roasted virgins smelled tasty
when lovingly basted with
lashings of Bisto gravy,
which they fortunately had.
But the gravy attracted
a massive horde of
itinerant boll weevils, which
just goes to show
stoats don’t think ahead.
On the other hand,
the volcano was impressed.
And who wouldn’t be!
Queen Latifa; that’s who.
She detested boll weevils
which were inside of
her neighbor’s luxuriant fields.
Armed with only a
dozen MOABs, she inadvertently
slipped under the camouflaged
cow and induced it