A Gypsy Curse: In defence of the honor of a lady UPDATED

A Gypsy curse: in Defense of A Lovely Lady Friend

You are an abomination

Progeny of Hell’s seed

Putrefaction in motion

Incubus

Feeding on the gentler souls

Of

Creation

Heed now

As I speak for all those tender

Hearts you seek to deceive

And fear to tell

What must be told

For faithless treachery

No truth in words or affection

I intone this Gypsy curse

The worst known

In your direction:

 

In three days and one

Not more

That makes four

You idiot

You will wake in early morn

To take a pee

And

[This is the part I do enjoy most] 

I say

Let it be  so

Blind to honor and dignity

When you try to pull “it” out

Nature’s call to start

You will need a telescope

You narcissistic dope

To find your “you know what’

And that’s no joke!

Sicut sit