HORNS HOLD UP MY HALO

By moonphish

Mon, 25 Jul 2016

horns hold up my halo

and my pitchfork tail behind

is hidden underneath a robe

that's splendidly divine

i've never played a harp before

but i've been known to fiddle

my home is darker than the night

and hotter than a griddle

i often speak in riddles

that are clever in design

when asking for your signature

upon the dotted line

i'll trample on your heart and soul

till you're stuck in the grooves

that grace the undercarriage

of my filthy little hooves

yes, horns hold up my halo

i have told you this before

and if you don't believe me

step right up, i'll tell you more