Lull-a-by-Baby

Nursey Nursey bring me your boxy teat

For I crave a proxy milk treat

Of course my surrogate little one

And then off to sleep with you and all done

Oh no Nursey for I like to watch and see

The light come together in embrace over me

I am afeared of the solid shadows of some

Who would eclipse me, unless one be my mum

Your mamma is like you confined abed

Unlike yours we have a name for her dread

Beware no monsters coming in the night

For you arrived during the day full bright

Having eaten her out as full blight

When she popped you into the light

You swallowed the key to lock her caramel brown

Swiped the bung to tamp her blood back down

Is that why her soft pillows cannot give suck?

They smelled divine when I was first laid there

Not like the brack brew from your slack old sacs

How do you lactate when you lack for an heir?

Oh sweet child for someone so choosy

You surely fierce sup me bluesy

You really must lay back your head

I’ll lullaby you full comforted

Sing you a song to row you safely across

Morpheus’ fosse until we recover Helios

Your rhythms cert seem soothing

But your cadence I glean to be reproving

Besides I’ll do no such thing as yield

The dying of the light and my mother unhealed

It will take more reassurance

Than the filched milk of a fireside milch

Such as a nanny goat can provide

My nostrils filled with the reek of sulphide 

Your rotten eggs and brimstone sap

I yearn only to nestle in my mother’s lap

I’ll fire you a tallow to calm your forebodings

Though a flickering wick brings qualms anew

No more nocturnal comings and goings

Goodnight my sweetpea, adieu

Ha the candle affords me still sight

A shaft of flame peeling back the night

No terrors can remain concealed

I espy Nursey yonder in our field

What could she be doing the old witch?

Some midnight herbs to treat her twitch?

Good morning Nursey what a fine dawn

Your look tired, your face all drawn

What were you up to after last vespers?

Saints preserve me with continued willpower

Forever putting me through the wringer with your pesters

So I’ll tell you my little bloomer

For just why I was out under the lunar

With pruning knife I threshed fresh flowers

Are they to adorn my mother’s grave?

Why would you say that you rave? 

Let me feel your head for a fever

Can’t permit another to fall to the reaper

Then take me to drink in their pretty colours

Affirm giddily to possess fitting lustres

To lift the spirits of my ailing mother

Belladonna and poisonous milkweed I’ll wager

The only venomous thing is your lips

Clamped on my bruised and bloodied breast

Squeezing for dear life until the squeak of pips

I don’t believe you, for all the blood and the rest

I venture you infused her with tainted tincture

Under the cloak of her childbirth strictures

Just long enough for her to linger 

Before you apply the fatal cincture

Are your mammaries laced with bane?

Also to carry me off mad with pain?

So you can have my father all alone

Blind with grief stumbling into the arms of a crone

Nursey Nursey wants to play housey housey

Her plan all sown to acquire the throne
Now I know how a never gravid makes milk
My father all trussed up in your spider's silk
Strokes and dandles your udders rancid
Fomenting just like an ant palpates the aphid