One day whilst out exploring in some
far-flung foreign corner, i took respite
from my journey to admire the local fauna.
when from the twilight distance a peel of
bells and laughter, set my heart-strings
fluttering like bats through chapel rafters.
on entering a clearing i did sense
impending peril, beheld a gypsy wench
with flashing eyes bright, sharp and feral.
she smiled at me so sweetly
(bit a lip that smacked of danger),
gave a look fit to disarm
this poor, unwitting stranger.
[chorus]
her rhythm pounced upon me
it trounced me in a trice.
that charm she wove about me
gripped me tight as any vice.
(she spoke in tongues above me).
though i cast my eyes to christ,
youand'd need the virtue of a saint
to not succumb - overcome this
polkageist.
Arms of ivory strummed perfection
summond me toward the middle.
pan warmed up his pipes
heard herne a plucking at the fiddle.
she wrapped herself about me
(felt her hot breath at my ear);
danced a horizontal polka
down the path to hell i fear.
Weand're on a path to hell i fear!
[chorus]
her rhythm pounced upon me
it trounced me in a trice.
that charm she wove about me
gripped me tight as any vice.
(she spoke in tongues above me).
though i cast my eyes to christ,
youand'd need the virtue of a saint
to not succumb - overcome this
polkageist.
The horny huntress:
andquot;a spirit sent to haunt you
taunting all your earthly days.
satyrs vaunt
cavorting to the reel cernunnos plays.
i head our wild procession
(every beast from man to mouse),
finds freedom in possession
polkageist is in the house!andquot;
Juice of fruit beyond forbidden
dripping slowly from her fingers,
she took my hand and led me
to that place where cunning lingers.
[chorus]
her rhythm pounced upon me
it trounced me in a trice.
that charm she wove about me
gripped me tight as any vice.
(she spoke in tongues above me).
though i cast my eyes to christ,
youand'd need the virtue of a saint
to not succumb - overcome this
polkageist.
