Last week's words, finally
Oct. 22nd, 2002 02:10 pm(A sonnet, of all things!)
| Prosecutor: | I declare this woman named Marie Consorted with a demon vile And practiced loathsome witchery. |
| Witnesses: | I saw her with cunning and guile Put poison in the Millers' well! In the disguise of a piebald goat The devil helped her cast a spell To make our milch cow die of bloat! She frustrates all our gainful toil! She calls the spirits of the air! |
| Judge: | So may the waters swirl and boil I sentence her to the ducking chair To try the truth of your parole. God grant his mercy on her soul. |