17 October 2012
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
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