rosegardenfae (rosegardenfae) wrote,
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"Twas the Eve of Midwinter

'''Twas the eve of Midwinter, and all through the coven,
The witches were cooking strange things in the oven.
There were mugwort frittatas, and dragon's blood stew
And mescaline eggnog and mandrake fondue.
There were hot mountain oysters and road-kill pate
And spotted-owl kidneys, and wombat flambé.
The circle was cast and the herbs had been smoked
In the hopes that the Goddess would soon be invoked.
When out by the hot tub arose such a clatter
I jumped on my broom to see what was the matter.
And what should I see in the blackberry thorns
But a soaking wet Goddess and eight unicorns!
"I was just sitting down with my vibrating phallus,"
And a good book," she muttered. "You bitches are callous.
I came when you called, over all my objections,
And got lost in the woods - you give lousy directions."
"You turkeys invoked me, now look at my dress
My period's late, and I've got PMS."
She cursed and she muttered, she looked like a wreck
The unicorns whimpered, and shat on the deck.
We gave her some weed and we got her some grub,
We brought her clean towels and she soaked in the tub.
Then she rose, wet and dripping, and gave us her blessing
And jumped in her chariot, without even dressing!
"On Isis! On Eris! Oya and Astarte!
On Ishtar! Inanna! Kali and Hecate!"
We heard her exclaim as she climbed through the air,
"Thank Goddess there's only eight Sabbats a year!"
-by Aurora Borealis Medicine Turkey

Many thanks to my friend Debra who sent me this :)
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