The Love of His Life

The Love of His Life

His love she stands just nine foot tall
She waggles blue tongue nigh
And when he stands up on her back
He feels bloody high

And then a sniff, her nostrils flare
For here does come the rain
It falls on down in shining sheets
But Christ! She feels pain!

For down there gnawing on her leg
Sits a massive cat
And as it tears her flesh from bone
It grows obese and fat

The tear streaked lover beats it back
But all it ends in vain
For his poor love, her life is gone
Released from all the pain

As vultures swoop and tear the skin
He releases an insane laugh
It is the saddest sight of all:
Beastophile and dead giraffe...