On a bold foray through the demon’s dark demesne
I tarried with a sultry little succubus;
suddenly a horrid beast distinctly serpentine
appeared and interrupted our torrid little scene
spewing forth expletives incredibly obscene,
demanding I unhand his spawn voluptuous—
now I sit here next in line to face the guillotine,
how was I to know she was the daughter of Asmodeus?
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
How to know? Indeed?!?!
This is a rather erudite piece.
Hey AP,
Thanks, as I'm sure you can see by my links I enjoy the Fantasy genre in my reading and that comes through in the writing.
Take care,
Bob
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