Hark hark the dogs do bark
The beggars are coming to town
Some in rags
and some in jags
And one in a velvet gown.
[Night. Echoing interior. Three people present.]
“Dogs. Do you hear them? Getting louder, so probably a street pack nosing around. Maybe they can smell something that’s caught their fancy.”
“Oh, most likely this lovely piece of meat we’ve got here. Not surprising, what with the way we’ve been tenderising her. All those juices coming to the surface…”
“Hmm. I wonder if we should let them have a go once we’re done with her? Oh, look at how she responds to that notion!”
“Yes, she does seem to be pressing up into the blows, doesn’t she.”
“I think once we’ve fucked all these holes thoroughly and have no more use for her – then we should just throw her out to the dogs. Perhaps in the the rags of the clothes we cut off her, so they have something to rip through.”
“Yeah, that’d work. Once we’re done. There’ll be plenty for them to lick clean.”
“Mmm. Yeah, she likes that… I like it too.”
(Go here to learn more about the origins of the nursery rhyme.)
Yeah, that went really dark. But damn, it got me wet writing it!