Cragulon: An erotic poem
What words what words could bards and poets
spew
To frame the lovely Cragulon’s fair gaze?
Whose graceful tent’cles, strong as baughs of
yew
Perspire gently in a viscous haze
Her blubbrous form, so shapely to the eye
It curves and twists and gleams a milky blue
Her beak so stark against this azure dye
Her seven eyes the same alluring hue
Oh, take me to the furthest pits of love!
And ravish me within your supple breast!
Like you a noble hawk and I a dove
Devour first my heart, and then the rest!
Then I will be, dear light, as in the sun
Until your gastric juices make us one.