rock a bye baby
in a tree top
when the wind blows
the cradle will rock
(and this will put a child to sleep?)
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby
cradle and all.
(I think this lullabye was intended to terrorize the child into sleep rather than soothe them)
Okay, this is what I do when I can't sleep. Lay in bed, and focus on relaxing every muscle in your body, starting from your toes to your head, and every muscle in between.
Rock-a-bye hosebag, in the cathouse,
Whenever you blow the boner will grow;
When the rubber breaks the baby will form,
And out will come baby, birthmark and all.
Baby is drowsing, cosy and fair.
Mother lays near, her legs in the air.
Forward and back the john's hips do thrust,
And sucking his cock is always a must.
From the second floor above the saloon,
The hooker again drops her red pantaloons.
Wet little fingers, pussy spread wide,
She lowers herself for her twentieth ride.
on candystripe legs spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for the victim shivering in bed
searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
suddenly! a movement in the corner of the
room! and there is nothing i can do when i
realise with freight that the spiderman is having
me for dinner tonight
quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps
closer now closer to the foot of the bed and
softer than shadow and quicker than flies his
arms are all around me and his tongue in my
eyes "be still be calm be quiet now my precious
boy don't struggle like that or i will only love
you more for it's much too late to get away or
turn on the light the spiderman is having you
for dinner tonight"
and i feel like i'm being eaten by a thousand
million shivering furry holes and i know that in
the morning i will wake up in the shivering cold
and the spiderman is always hungry...