[A page torn from an old manuscript, written in a scrawling hand]
The port side eye of whale, newly dead
Plop it in the pot, grisly and red
Weeper, Weeper, weeps no more
Laid to rest on blood-etched floor
Do this for me dearie and I'll give you a birthday treat.
-Granny
[A page torn from an old manuscript, written in a scrawling hand]
Cruel Nancy! Take The World from her greedy hands.
Lay it before the black-eyed groom
Cut sharp, cut deep. Red drip, drop.
Last and least. Burn it in the hearth of a lawless man.
Do this for me dearie and I'll give you a birthday treat.
-Granny