Lull-a-by-Baby

Nursey Nursey bring me your boxy teatFor I crave a proxy milk treatOf course my surrogate little oneAnd then off to sleep with you and all done
Oh no Nursey for I like to watch and seeThe light come together in embrace over meI am afeared of the solid shadows of someWho would eclipse me, unless one be my mum
Your mamma is like you confined abedUnlike yours we have a name for her dreadBeware no monsters coming in the nightFor you arrived during the day full brightHaving eaten her out as full blightWhen she popped you into the lightYou swallowed the key to lock her caramel brownSwiped 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 thereNot like the brack brew from your slack old sacsHow do you lactate when you lack for an heir?
Oh sweet child for someone so choosyYou surely fierce sup me bluesyYou really must lay back your headI’ll lullaby you full comfortedSing you a song to row you safely acrossMorpheus’ fosse until we recover Helios
Your rhythms cert seem soothingBut your cadence I glean to be reprovingBesides I’ll do no such thing as yieldThe dying of the light and my mother unhealedIt will take more reassuranceThan the filched milk of a fireside milchSuch as a nanny goat can provideMy nostrils filled with the reek of sulphide Your rotten eggs and brimstone sapI yearn only to nestle in my mother’s lap
I’ll fire you a tallow to calm your forebodingsThough a flickering wick brings qualms anewNo more nocturnal comings and goingsGoodnight my sweetpea, adieu
Ha the candle affords me still sightA shaft of flame peeling back the nightNo terrors can remain concealedI espy Nursey yonder in our fieldWhat could she be doing the old witch?Some midnight herbs to treat her twitch?
Good morning Nursey what a fine dawnYour look tired, your face all drawnWhat were you up to after last vespers?Saints preserve me with continued willpowerForever putting me through the wringer with your pestersSo I’ll tell you my little bloomerFor just why I was out under the lunarWith 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 feverCan’t permit another to fall to the reaper
Then take me to drink in their pretty coloursAffirm giddily to possess fitting lustresTo lift the spirits of my ailing motherBelladonna and poisonous milkweed I’ll wager
The only venomous thing is your lipsClamped on my bruised and bloodied breastSqueezing for dear life until the squeak of pipsI don’t believe you, for all the blood and the restI venture you infused her with tainted tinctureUnder the cloak of her childbirth stricturesJust 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 aloneBlind with grief stumbling into the arms of a croneNursey Nursey wants to play housey houseyHer 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