RIME: Shakey's Daddy The Glove-Making Recusant

Shakey's Daddy was a glover,

He'd hump all day tanning hide.

He'd say: ein Viertel Unze will make you hover!;

Regale goons  with tales of infanticide

He'd chant a sing-song dirge of violet rain

While squaring cow-gut skin to wrist

And talk bad old days of powder cane

And note us of his naming lists:

Of sexy ladies mulberry praying

To teach us, recusants in town,

While up close his hanged gloves fraying,

He had touched their nightinggowns

Center town, remember, they dragged him sweating

He swore these were these what done as him,

Yet they kenneled him for betting

The crows pecked his limbs                                                               
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