Formaldehyde Fellas

They always thought I was a tad strange
They missed the part, mad and deranged

My elusive sane self has something to confide
I've pickled some of my fave fellas in formaldehyde

They really are something, my pickled pots
Around my house, hidden from view, are lots

A pickling queen, some might say
With my formaldehyde fellas, I love to play

I have a portion of a big strong back
It belongs to the delightful Jack

Blindsilence, I have his tongue
And a sexy chunk of RichWithey's bum

I have all of Burrfoot's little toes
Where his legs went, nobody knows

Edhum, I have his lovely lips
And all of Glen's naughty fingertips

I have the left hand of one so strong
He goes by the name of mysterious Nom

I had to have the gorgeous right eye
Of a man called Unsuitableguy

MrAlex and Jamtots, I have their ears
Now their dead they don't need to hear

I also have a rather nice piece of loin
And the left side of Smellyfingers groin

I hold dear, one precious body part
And that is Leelee's once beating heart

My sane self is all too sickly good
My insane self, pickled Gazplend's manhood

Another part I shall forever keep
Into that pot, I often do sneak a peep

What of Weirdwolf and Wolfie?
Well I got hungry and had them for tea

Now I know ladies, you must really be jealous
But you'll have to find your own formaldehyde fellas

©Kim Brown 17th October 2012