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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rag & Reed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">John lived down in Haywood Lane<br>Beside the wood, the river's course<br>And walked each day to see Bernice<br>His dark-haired lady, for discourse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had a melancholy air<br>A sad and gloomy way with her<br>And questioned why life wasn't fair, <br>John never had much sway with her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd argue through the early hours<br>And speak his love, implicitly, <br>But she would snap in anger then, <br>'Your love won't buy the bread for me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For seven years they'd to and fro'd<br>For she would leave, then ask him back, <br>While he would sit alone and grieve<br>At every trait that she'd attack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She always spoke of breaking up<br>Of taking time out, making space, <br>Until the day he called on her<br>To find that he had been displaced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A woman answered at the door, <br>And barred his entry as she spoke, <br>He'd never seen her face before<br>She wore a witches hat, and cloak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'She doesn't want to see you now<br>She said it's over, go away! <br>Now we'll be looking after her, <br>You're finished, done! You've had your day! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We've been together seven years, '<br>He tried to say, but she was gone, <br>Had slammed the door right in his face<br>And of Bernice there was no sign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He phoned her then, when he got back, <br>The voice that answered wasn't hers, <br>A grating, rasping voice had said, <br>'Stop phoning, you have been her curse! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John asked around the village then<br>Just who this woman was, and more, <br>He found out there were two of them<br>Had moved in just the day before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The locals said they were well known<br>Two women from an evil seed, <br>They played with witchcraft, set their spells, <br>One called Rag and one called Reed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They would batten on to weakness<br>Use their spells to hypnotize, <br>Said that they'd look after them, then<br>Move on in and rule their lives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John sat grieving in his cottage, <br>Wandered aimless through the wood, <br>Stalked Bernice's house at night<br>To try to fathom what he could.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then one night he saw them, dancing, <br>In a clearing in the wood, <br>Chanting spells and laughing, prancing<br>Calling on old Beelzebub.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We have brought another convert, <br>Satan, you must be well pleased! <br>Send your devils down to take her...'<br>There was Bernice, on her knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On her knees there in the clearing, <br>Looking dazed, or drugged somehow, <br>'Send your cohorts down to take her, <br>See, we make her naked now.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the one called Rag had turned<br>And torn the gown from off Bernice, <br>Under it she knelt stark naked, <br>On all fours, amongst the trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John had seen enough, and ran<br>The tears of grief welled at his eyes, <br>Pacing in his cottage then<br>He schemed and planned for their demise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cast about and found the items<br>That would even up the score, <br>Scoured Junk Shops, bought some hardware, <br>Saw the farmer Ron Trezore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Checked the Almanac for April<br>Marked in red the next full Moon, <br>Modified his Ghetto Blaster, <br>Tried recording in his room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the night the Moon was rising<br>Once again he sought the wood, <br>Hid behind an old oak tree<br>Beside the clearing, in his hood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then at midnight, they came prancing, <br>They came dancing through the trees, <br>Dragged along with chains behind them<br>There he saw his love, Bernice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon they stripped themselves in fervour, <br>Dancing naked on the green, <br>Calling on the wily Satan, <br>Shouting things that were unclean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then from out the bushes, roaring, <br>Came a figure, caked in blood, <br>Head of sheep and horns of goat, <br>Satan - in his glory stood! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rag had yelped and Reed had screamed<br>And tried to hide their naked forms, <br>'On all fours, ' the demon growled, <br>And they had dropped before his horns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he showered them with offal, <br>Then he poked them, with a stick, <br>Rag had wailed and Reed threw up<br>The ghetto blaster did its bit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chains and moans and clanking noises<br>Issued from the speakers there, <br>Flames burst out from both his hands<br>And left them both bereft of hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon the devil walked a circle<br>Traced them round a ring of fire, <br>'Should you move before the dawn<br>I'll take you to your funeral pyre! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he left them, took Bernice<br>Who came back to his world again, <br>Marveled at the love he'd shown<br>And thanked the devil for good men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last I heard of Rag and Reed<br>They worked in some old Nunnery, <br>Washing dishes, being pious, <br>Bald on top where hair should be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John moved in with his Bernice<br>They never seem to argue now, <br>Hung right on the mantelpiece<br>A pair of horns reminds them how.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3 April 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Beside the wood, the river's course
And walked each day to see Bernice
His dark-haired lady, for discourse.

She had a melancholy air
A sad and gloomy way with her
And questioned why life wasn't fair, 
John never ha..."></div>
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