Succubus And Pendulous Sedge

Beware the malevolent boggart

For you might just lose your clogs

It soars through sodden lea

And rests in brumous bogs

 

Out of crag and crevice

It scythes thru pendulous sedge

Then wallows in the marshes

The undergrowth and hedge

 

It will not entertain thee

Not wi' milk or biscuit sweet

But filch a ribbon from your hair, lass

Swipe t' boots from off y' feet

 

Thou risk to tread where it grunts n 'unts

Wi' a squeal so harsh n' trill

Succubus yearning, innards be churnin

This bogey lusts to kill

 

Run little Mary, the goblin is a' comin 

Wi' red eyes roaring n' thunderous pitch

Let's snare it! Sleigh it! Net it! 

We'll toss it in the ditch!

 

Shut them eyes now, for it be sleep time

Mayst dreams be short n' sweet

But come the dawn it breaketh

Oh! What mischief has been maketh!

 

Who upturned the cart? The creator of this mess?

Who caused the mistress to be in such distress?

Could it be the boggart, risen from the dead?

Ha! But you'll ne'er keep it down, squire!

For it slumbers in your bed!

 

And when the midnight strike be done

It may just wake the dead…

 

© 2023. Mrs WH