Romanticore

I liked you better when you fit in my pocket
 Trembling so slightly I could fail to even spot it
 Bite sized, still you had teeth enough to rend
 The bites got bigger, the more mouthfuls we tried to prevent
 I didn't even have to look you in the eye
 God, they were awful eyefuls to behold
 To be sure, they were not pure, those fetid springs we tried to cure
 So we rolled up our sleeves and went down with our sieves to the cay
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 The vacant gut of the manticore
 I could only guess the beast hungered for something more
 Those yawning jaws, my dental awe
 Three rows of incisors, and not a single flaw
 I didn't even have to look you in the eye
 God, they were awful eyefuls to behold
 They were rotten to the core, those loathsome fruit our orchard bore
 At the first sign of drop we went out to the crop with our gloves
 Don't tell me 'bout all the flesh you've torn through
 All the harems that you secretly are sworn to
 Out comes the confession, now where's the mystery?
 Your history only serves to repulse me
 Oh winged one
 I'll sleep while you eat
 Just wake me up when you are done
 Take to the air if you must return for more
 I swear I will not care