Ode to a Whipmistress

Hallo folks! Charlie here, but you already knew that. Salazar Scuttle's been kind enough to trascribble these here poems I wrote back in the day. Now, I know it takes a darn while to get these posts up and runnin', but that's just the nature of the ol' beast. He's a slow bugger, Scutts is. Hooo-weee!

Anyways, we got another beauty here for you today. This from way back when I wooed the Whipmistress into all sorts of submission. Sexy. Hope you like it!

ODE TO A WHIPMISTRESS

He saw you lookin' fine
His stomach, it did groan
Waiting in the line
To watch some Indiana Jones

He bought you salty goobers
Afterwards, Pizza Hut
But you, in all your hubris,
Said "no", you manky slut

That night (premiere of Raiders)
Alone and in his room
He plotted and a' waited
Three years 'til Temple of Doom

Then Charlie, he return'ed
With his trusty, lusty Whip!
The cracks rung unabated
Your body, he did grip

The night belonged to Charlie
He had you in his sight
He drank much hops and barley
To get the mood just right

Drunk on booze and power
His beltline at half-pant
You offered up your flower
(And, um, not the plant)

"Take me, Charlie, take me!"
That, he did not protest
Of all the world's Whipmistresses
He knew - he had the best

LE FIN

Don't forget to dry off your seats after you get up. 'Specially the women-folk out there. Until next time...

-WC