Merida

His head buryied within
 The breasts of a lunatic
 Full, though aging mounds they were
 He pretended to weep
 But sighed in relief
 Much to the motherly joy of her
 She lifted his face from her chest with her hands
 And prayed on his last ditch desire
 Let's take a match, to this, my husband's house
 And warm ourselves in the fire
 At last he thought, at last a chance
 To vacate my dismal past
 But the beautiful lunatic's mind was mercurial
 Her fire lust did not last
 It switched to flesh lust
 She stripped herself and opened her sheets to him
 He spun in his shoes, gambling to lose
 A tremble, throbbing and grim
 OH-0HH!
 He was not the last to quit her
 As he retired to his room
 For she came calling
 All a shiver, stood over him in the gloom
 Her nakedness hovered and steamed in the cold
 A threatning glow on her scarred corpus
 How, he thought, has she gotten so old
 And balanced this wisdom and imbalance
 Hey-AH!