[Jayne Osborn]

Sylvia, I defy anyone to top that - it's deliciously dark!

A sure winner, I'd say.

[Ann Drysdale]

A perfect response to the brief. Brava!

[Sylvia Fairley]

Thank you both! Dammit, I'll send it...

[Sylvia Fairley]

(Removed - somehow managed to post it twice)

[Charlie Southerland]

Limit: Two Tons

HaHa Two-Ton Sally beats her white drum.
Her teepee thrums thrums power in the night.
A brave and maiden sit nearby. They've come
for help to procreate and Sally's sight

is undisputed. She makes medicine
and ties the couple with a leather strap
together to a pole, serves mescaline
to them there with a wooden spoon. Her lap

is full of potions. Honey locust thorns
are placed in dolls in private places, lit
a little, fire and smoke in them with horns
from buffalo, white and bleached. A snake-bit

chipmunk bleeds out in each; his dying squeal
is mimicked, and Sally, (who barely weighs eighty),
smiles and laughs into the fire where the deal
is done. Their wish is granted and weighty.

[Rob Stuart]

Thank you Peter, I'll consider.

[Alan Rain]

Originally Posted by Jayne Osborn

Sylvia, I defy anyone to top that - it's deliciously dark!

A sure winner, I'd say.

Originally Posted by Ann Drysdale

A perfect response to the brief. Brava!

Thirded.
Wonderful black humour.

[Sylvia Fairley]

Thanks, Alan!

[John Whitworth]

Yup. That's the winner, But there are still three other places to fill.

[Brian Allgar]

Excellent, Sylvia! But I won't give it the kiss of death by saying you-know-what.