Queen of Swords Skipping Song

By Eliza

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NOTE: I feel this needs some introduction. The first two lines of this were originally posted as a call to a quiet list. I came up with the next two (surprise! <snicker>); there was no way I couldn't post it. The reply to that post -- still giving me credit for 5,6,7,8 -- aappeared with my contribution censored. Changed. At first I just brushed it off (I believe the comment I make was "Chicken.") but after letting it stew for six hours or so, I got pissed off... and still am obviously. Jo applauded me on the resulting explosion I inflicted on the list, so I finished off the stanza for her. I continued to send her a verse a night for the rest of that week. <G> So this belongs to Jo -- the credit, the fault, whatever. An R rated skipping song. <BG>

From Jo: ;-)

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Queen of Swords Skipping Song

One, two, three, four...
... Vera''s knocking on Rob''s door
Five, six, seven, eight...
... Grisham''ll have to masturbate
Eight, seven, six, five...
... Vera plans to eat Rob alive
Four, three, two, one...
... and she won't stop until he's done

One, two, three, four...
... Vera''s dress fell to the floor
Five, six, seven, eight...
... Rob looked like he''d make her wait
Eight, seven, six, five...
... onto his bed she took a dive
Four, three, two, one...
... she knew the game had just begun

One, two, three, four...
... with looks as bold as any whore
Five, six, seven, eight...
... touches designed to elevate
Eight, seven, six, five...
... kisses like honey from the hive
Four, three, two, one...
... Vera lured in England''s son.

One, two, three, four...
... a siren out of ancient lore
Five, six, seven, eight...
... she sang to his most obvious trait
Eight, seven, six, five...
... ever higher she did drive
Four, three, two, one...
... reasons to stop, he thought of none

One, two, three, four...
... he came to her with wild adore
Five, six, seven, eight...
... great power in that steady gait
Eight, seven, six, five...
... unto the brink they both did strive.
Four, three, two, one...
... then suddenly all came undone.

One, two, three, four...
... crashed like breakers on the shore
Five, six, seven, eight...
... the climax pleased but did not sate
Eight, seven, six, five...
... desire burn and hunger thrive
Four, three, two, one...
... "Another go?" "Yes, that was fun."