Marshall Gass

A Reading From The Anthropologists Notes (20.12.1989) - Poem by Marshall Gass

Housed in a walking stick
the King stuck a feather duster at the top
fancied his fourth wife and tickled his fifth.

Ten mutton chops later
a gourd of red blood wine
two scoops of brain cutlets
he was feeling better.

With a bowl of imported shrimp in hand
battered and buttered
with chilly powder, a chilli willy
he was getting excited at the prospect
of knocking his seventh wife
but a flagging spirit ruined his erection
and he commanded the courtyard maidens
to dance like Queen of Sheba
on the High Priests entrails
as the music beat a violent end
to heads rolling in the dusty desert sands.

He counted the bowed heads
and picked the odd number out
to even his court kill.

The cradle of all creation was found ten yards
away in fossilised rock after five years of
guessing it must be around here.

Author Notes
Parody of procreation.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.

Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor

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