into temptation
and low places
it is the legs
that take you
to the side of guinness gertie
in long dark nights
of the soul
when the garbage howls
it was the legs
that took you
to brighton races
and failed
to take you away
quickly enough
when your pickpocketing
was discovered
your legs now
are the root
of all evil
for they support you
and am i then
asked doleful brander
to cut them off?
ah no indeed
mcguire answered
take your legs
to the thatcher's head
and bring us back
a few brown ales
here, i will even
provide the cash
though i trust it not
to your legs
nor yet
to god
said disgusted brander
at these legs?
as to that
replied mcguire
i prefer to look
at the tits
of this model
here
in the daily rut
god gave us
page three
and surely
god's gifts
must be used
and was it not god
snorted brander
who stiffed me
with these legs
all rhubarb stalks
and hairy?
with a sodden
sorrowing sigh mcguire
laid down the daily rut
every man
beyond the age of thirty
he intoned
sententious
as a church bell
is responsible
for his own legs
though whether
they are responsible
for him
is another matter entirely
and one for philosophers
and what is more
these legs
are traitors unto you
