Noah was my applesauce ...

by Robert E. Howard

Noah was my applesauce,

And he got on a bun;

There were wildcats in his dignity

And crabs upon his gun.

He fell to heights uxorious

Beyond Hell’s farthest mule;

Fate his girl has often said

How lengthy was his tool.

Lilith she’s my cummerbund

Until my toadfrogs fly,

Most of her is picaroon

And all of her is pie.

Lilith she’s my saddle girth,

I tell her how to slink,

While someone in the stove remarks:

“The rainbow’s on the blink.”

Bacchus was my banner,

Nimrod was my rye,

Each of them has rhymed and sung

As how jackasses fly.

But when the elephants have come

Limburger will not smell.

But who in padded cells will care?

And I’ll be in a cell.