come here

Come slither over here to yer uncle gargrisha

And let me finger yer crystalline ribs.

Gargrisha’s got wishes for odors and kisses

And the sweet sweated arse of a kid.

A greasy little curl for a sneaky little girl –

Who’s been wriggling through scrubland and mud?

A sneaky little girl with a grotty little curl -

Dragged home on her gut to our hut.

Gargrisha’s got plans for his own naughty hands:

He’ll make them do nasty hurty things.

Like hoisting and joisting and all the while moisting:

Gargrisha sweats too when he sings.

I’ll sing you a fable while yer strapped to the table

And play you a tune on a tool.

With an armslength of cable, gargrisha’s well able

To croon about punishes and rules.