Beating of the Stick


Travelling like a maddened horse
The news of what drew near
through the streets they shouted out
So that every ear could hear
The terrible, terrible, terrible thing
That wandered through the streets
A herd of Morris men who could sing
With bells above their feets
A wave of fear went through each mind
And quickened every heart
As a place of hiding they sought to find
And some did quickly depart
But as the morriskateers fell on
Those that were not to quick
All you could hear was the wailing screams
Above the beatings of the stick

Beating of the Stick

Toradellin

Joined April 2012

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A poem about the social nuisance known as Morris dancers. Belswaggers, and Morris Rampant sides (troupes) in particular. I had the misfortune of being a member of those sides inhabited by bitchy, adolescent-minded perverts once. I may upload a photo.
Beating of the Stick is what they do best.

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