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King Lear - A Tragedy
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Davec5299
Magistrate
Act II – The Heath
Out on the wily, windy moors the King
Heard a heavenly voice to him sing.
‘Let me grab your soul away,’
The ghostly girl did sweetly say.
And closer to madness him bring.
In his mind he saw a slinky young maid,
Who spun and danced gaily and played.
Her voice was so pure,
That he was quite sure,
The girl down from heaven had strayed.
‘I’m so cold,’ the voice his mind did chafe.
‘Let me in at your window,’ cried the beautiful waif.
He hid under a bush,
And begged her to shush,
As in his madness he felt quite unsafe.
But die on the heath Lear did not.
Loyal Gloucester in time to him got.
But it wasn’t too long,
Till Gloucester was gone,
And in Dover the old King would rot.
Out on the wily, windy moors the King
Heard a heavenly voice to him sing.
‘Let me grab your soul away,’
The ghostly girl did sweetly say.
And closer to madness him bring.
In his mind he saw a slinky young maid,
Who spun and danced gaily and played.
Her voice was so pure,
That he was quite sure,
The girl down from heaven had strayed.
‘I’m so cold,’ the voice his mind did chafe.
‘Let me in at your window,’ cried the beautiful waif.
He hid under a bush,
And begged her to shush,
As in his madness he felt quite unsafe.
But die on the heath Lear did not.
Loyal Gloucester in time to him got.
But it wasn’t too long,
Till Gloucester was gone,
And in Dover the old King would rot.
Davec5299
Magistrate
Act III – Dover Castle
Cordelia had sailed off to France,
And led her two sisters a dance.
She returned to Dover,
To take back over,
The throne with sword and with lance.
The battle is over all too soon.
And the field with dead bodies is strewn.
Albany and Edmund have won,
And the French army has run
Away across the channel to Bethune.
Sweet Cordelia and poor Old King Lear
Are captured and living in fear.
‘Cordelia must die!’
Is Edmund’s vile cry.
‘In a manner that is most severe.’
Her two other sisters are dead.
And Edmund’s demanding her head.
And so, full of woe,
Cordelia should know
The terror for her that’s ahead.
Cordelia had sailed off to France,
And led her two sisters a dance.
She returned to Dover,
To take back over,
The throne with sword and with lance.
The battle is over all too soon.
And the field with dead bodies is strewn.
Albany and Edmund have won,
And the French army has run
Away across the channel to Bethune.
Sweet Cordelia and poor Old King Lear
Are captured and living in fear.
‘Cordelia must die!’
Is Edmund’s vile cry.
‘In a manner that is most severe.’
Her two other sisters are dead.
And Edmund’s demanding her head.
And so, full of woe,
Cordelia should know
The terror for her that’s ahead.
Davec5299
Magistrate
Act IV – Cordelia’s Prison Cell
Cordelia was taken to the castle that night.
And locked away in a state of great fright.
The cell was very small
With a bed at one wall.
For the girl it really was quite shite.
The bed was the colour of soot.
With a rail at the head and the foot.
The walls were so grimy,
Mouldy, damp and slimy.
But here the poor girl was put.
Cordelia sat alone in the dark night.
And with fear she pondered her plight.
She heard a scurrying rat,
And felt relieved that,
From outside came a flickering light.
Edmund entered her cell at Dover
And looked at the girl many times over.
She was sat on the bed,
Bowing her head,
Clutching with hope a four leafed clover.
Cordelia has the face of an English rose.
With beautiful eyes and a cute, dainty nose.
Her hair has loose curls
And her teeth are like pearls.
That light up wherever she goes.
Her skin is so smooth and so clear
With tiny light freckles from ear to ear.
‘She is such a beauty,
An absolute cutie,’
Thought Edmund with a slightly rude sneer.
'Don’t count on that flower for luck.’
Edmund said to the girl, full of pluck.
‘Your warrant is signed,
I think you’ll find.
Your death bell has already been struck.’
‘Edmund,’ ask the guards. ‘What is her fate?’
‘It must be a spectacle. It must be great!
I’ll think it over,
While I’m here in Dover.
And give you my answer at eight.’
Edmund stared at the beautiful girl,
At her lovely bright hair in a curl.
With her luscious green eyes,
She’s a beautiful prize,
For a handsome young Prince or an Earl.
He pictured with ease her young breasts,
And the way on her corset they pressed.
So soft and yet firm,
How he’d like to worm
His cock ‘till between them it rests.
He pictured her lovely smooth thighs,
And imagined her pitiful cries,
As between them he thrust,
While squeezing her bust,
His manhood of plentiful size.
Her death he thought must be slow.
With plenty of girl flesh on show.
And as large a crowd
As could be allowed
To make sure his infamy would grow.
Cordelia was taken to the castle that night.
And locked away in a state of great fright.
The cell was very small
With a bed at one wall.
For the girl it really was quite shite.
The bed was the colour of soot.
With a rail at the head and the foot.
The walls were so grimy,
Mouldy, damp and slimy.
But here the poor girl was put.
Cordelia sat alone in the dark night.
And with fear she pondered her plight.
She heard a scurrying rat,
And felt relieved that,
From outside came a flickering light.
Edmund entered her cell at Dover
And looked at the girl many times over.
She was sat on the bed,
Bowing her head,
Clutching with hope a four leafed clover.
Cordelia has the face of an English rose.
With beautiful eyes and a cute, dainty nose.
Her hair has loose curls
And her teeth are like pearls.
That light up wherever she goes.
Her skin is so smooth and so clear
With tiny light freckles from ear to ear.
‘She is such a beauty,
An absolute cutie,’
Thought Edmund with a slightly rude sneer.
'Don’t count on that flower for luck.’
Edmund said to the girl, full of pluck.
‘Your warrant is signed,
I think you’ll find.
Your death bell has already been struck.’
‘Edmund,’ ask the guards. ‘What is her fate?’
‘It must be a spectacle. It must be great!
I’ll think it over,
While I’m here in Dover.
And give you my answer at eight.’
Edmund stared at the beautiful girl,
At her lovely bright hair in a curl.
With her luscious green eyes,
She’s a beautiful prize,
For a handsome young Prince or an Earl.
He pictured with ease her young breasts,
And the way on her corset they pressed.
So soft and yet firm,
How he’d like to worm
His cock ‘till between them it rests.
He pictured her lovely smooth thighs,
And imagined her pitiful cries,
As between them he thrust,
While squeezing her bust,
His manhood of plentiful size.
Her death he thought must be slow.
With plenty of girl flesh on show.
And as large a crowd
As could be allowed
To make sure his infamy would grow.
M
montycrusto
Guest
An obnoxiously deafening cheer
For this Limerick-laden Lear!
With songs by Kate Bush
This production doth push
All my buttons, this much is clear.
For this Limerick-laden Lear!
With songs by Kate Bush
This production doth push
All my buttons, this much is clear.
A limerick verse without precedent
We all drool at Cordelia’s predicament
With ideas for torture a plenty
The audience has no sympathy
And hopes for a blood filled incident!
We all drool at Cordelia’s predicament
With ideas for torture a plenty
The audience has no sympathy
And hopes for a blood filled incident!
M
montycrusto
Guest
..and not just his infamy, I’ll warrant.
M
montycrusto
Guest
All together now: “Infamy, infamy! They’ve all got it in for me!” 
Davec5299
Magistrate
Act V – Cordelia’s Prison Cell
Edmund bade the guards go away
As with his young captive he’d play.
He made her lay on the bed,
And tied her wrists near her head.
Then looked down at her where she did lay.
Cordelia scowled at Edmund in defiance.
‘Don’t expect from me my compliance.
I’d rather rot in this cell,
And spend eternity in Hell,
Than make with you an alliance.’
‘Cordelia, you’re right out of luck.
From you I just want a good fuck.
If you make it a pleasure
I’ll grant you a measure
Of pity when your death bell is struck.’
‘Fuck you, you odious dog.
I’d rather be kissing a frog.
Your dick is so small,
I won’t feel it at all.
You’d be better off using a log.’
‘For that cowardly insult you’ll pay.
For such a sweet girl I must say,
That your mouth is quite foul,
But I’ll make you howl
When with you I go all the way.’
‘My father you know is the King.
I demand that him to me you bring.
He will set me free,
And then we shall see
Which of us louder will sing.’
‘Old King Lear has become quite mad.
I guess that’s making you sad.
He will not save you,
So you’ll get what you’re due,
And I must say I’m really quite glad.’
Edmund ripped off her corset with relish
‘I must say these breasts you embellish.’
He ogled with glee
As her boobs became free,
‘I’m going to make your next hours real hellish!’
The skin on her boobs was so pale,
And smooth like no other female.
He squeezed one very lightly,
And almost politely,
Taking in the smallest detail.
Across her warm breast his hand traced,
Slowly and not with great haste.
He would take his time,
For she was sublime,
And this chance he really couldn’t waste.
Her nipples were a subtle, pale pink,
So mesmeric that Edmund could think,
Of nothing more pretty,
In the whole Dover City.
Such sweet nectar he just had to drink.
Edmund bade the guards go away
As with his young captive he’d play.
He made her lay on the bed,
And tied her wrists near her head.
Then looked down at her where she did lay.
Cordelia scowled at Edmund in defiance.
‘Don’t expect from me my compliance.
I’d rather rot in this cell,
And spend eternity in Hell,
Than make with you an alliance.’
‘Cordelia, you’re right out of luck.
From you I just want a good fuck.
If you make it a pleasure
I’ll grant you a measure
Of pity when your death bell is struck.’
‘Fuck you, you odious dog.
I’d rather be kissing a frog.
Your dick is so small,
I won’t feel it at all.
You’d be better off using a log.’
‘For that cowardly insult you’ll pay.
For such a sweet girl I must say,
That your mouth is quite foul,
But I’ll make you howl
When with you I go all the way.’
‘My father you know is the King.
I demand that him to me you bring.
He will set me free,
And then we shall see
Which of us louder will sing.’
‘Old King Lear has become quite mad.
I guess that’s making you sad.
He will not save you,
So you’ll get what you’re due,
And I must say I’m really quite glad.’
Edmund ripped off her corset with relish
‘I must say these breasts you embellish.’
He ogled with glee
As her boobs became free,
‘I’m going to make your next hours real hellish!’
The skin on her boobs was so pale,
And smooth like no other female.
He squeezed one very lightly,
And almost politely,
Taking in the smallest detail.
Across her warm breast his hand traced,
Slowly and not with great haste.
He would take his time,
For she was sublime,
And this chance he really couldn’t waste.
Her nipples were a subtle, pale pink,
So mesmeric that Edmund could think,
Of nothing more pretty,
In the whole Dover City.
Such sweet nectar he just had to drink.
Davec5299
Magistrate
Act VI – Cordelia’s Prison Cell
Edmund’s hand arrived at her nipple,
And in his groin came a wonderful ripple.
He had so much luck,
This gorgeous girl he would fuck
So hard he’d make her a cripple.
He squeezed on her teat quite firm,
And laughed as he made the girl squirm.
‘You sexy young dot.
I know you like that a lot.
You’re wiggling around like a worm.’
He pinched it right now rather harder,
And continued to closely regard her.
She cried out in pain,
So he twisted it again,
And heightened even more his great ardour.
‘Cordelia, fucking you I’ll enjoy
More than any fancy new toy.
I’ll pummel you fast,
But I’ll make sure I last,
So long your cunt I’ll destroy.’
He bit down hard on her bud,
Until it leaked ruby red blood.
It tasted so sweet,
Like a good candy treat,
That he almost came then with a flood.
Edmund raised himself up off the bed.
He needed to clear his thick head.
This girl was so cute,
Much too early he’d shoot
His load off before she was spread.
He looked down at her lovely bare chest,
And knew it was surely the best.
If he did spare her life,
She’d make a great wife,
And the Devil could make do with the rest.
The girl shouted loudly at Edmund and spat.
‘Get off me you bastard, you prat.
You scumbag, you maggot,
You cheap lousy faggot.
I’ll kill you, you loathsome young rat!’
She kicked up at the shocked young man.
As his head in a dizzy world span.
He cried out in pain
When she struck out again,
As her fight for her honour began.
He grabbed at her flailing left leg,
And vowed for his mercy she’d beg.
He ripped off her dress
And cried out ‘Oh yes!’
‘Now your pussy I’ll crack like an egg!’
Edmund’s hand arrived at her nipple,
And in his groin came a wonderful ripple.
He had so much luck,
This gorgeous girl he would fuck
So hard he’d make her a cripple.
He squeezed on her teat quite firm,
And laughed as he made the girl squirm.
‘You sexy young dot.
I know you like that a lot.
You’re wiggling around like a worm.’
He pinched it right now rather harder,
And continued to closely regard her.
She cried out in pain,
So he twisted it again,
And heightened even more his great ardour.
‘Cordelia, fucking you I’ll enjoy
More than any fancy new toy.
I’ll pummel you fast,
But I’ll make sure I last,
So long your cunt I’ll destroy.’
He bit down hard on her bud,
Until it leaked ruby red blood.
It tasted so sweet,
Like a good candy treat,
That he almost came then with a flood.
Edmund raised himself up off the bed.
He needed to clear his thick head.
This girl was so cute,
Much too early he’d shoot
His load off before she was spread.
He looked down at her lovely bare chest,
And knew it was surely the best.
If he did spare her life,
She’d make a great wife,
And the Devil could make do with the rest.
The girl shouted loudly at Edmund and spat.
‘Get off me you bastard, you prat.
You scumbag, you maggot,
You cheap lousy faggot.
I’ll kill you, you loathsome young rat!’
She kicked up at the shocked young man.
As his head in a dizzy world span.
He cried out in pain
When she struck out again,
As her fight for her honour began.
He grabbed at her flailing left leg,
And vowed for his mercy she’d beg.
He ripped off her dress
And cried out ‘Oh yes!’
‘Now your pussy I’ll crack like an egg!’
M
montycrusto
Guest
Cordelia’s dress is a mess,
Torn off by Edmund, no less.
Her shapely tits
Inflame his bits,
And my bits too, I guess.
Torn off by Edmund, no less.
Her shapely tits
Inflame his bits,
And my bits too, I guess.
Davec5299
Magistrate
Cordelia’s dress is a mess,
Torn off by Edmund, no less.
Her shapely tits
Inflame his bits,
And my bits too, I guess.
View attachment 1090172
With you I very much agree,
That more of Cordelia we should see.
Please don't worry,
Or be in a hurry,
For what will be will surely be.
M
montycrusto
Guest
It seems she’s not easily mastered,
By Edmund, the self-confessed bastard.
Ed, my dude, chill;
Knock her out with a pill,
Or failing that, just get her plastered!
By Edmund, the self-confessed bastard.
Ed, my dude, chill;
Knock her out with a pill,
Or failing that, just get her plastered!
Davec5299
Magistrate
It seems she’s not easily mastered,
By Edmund, the self-confessed bastard.
Ed, my dude, chill;
Knock her out with a pill,
Or failing that, just get her plastered!
Are you worried that Edmund may fail?
That he may not be able to prevail?
Have faith, my friend,
That in the end,
He'll be able the cute girl to nail.
M
montycrusto
Guest
It’s clear that Davec’s working hard,
To translate the work of the Bard,
Into limerick verse,
For such is his curse:
His destiny must be ill-starred!
To translate the work of the Bard,
Into limerick verse,
For such is his curse:
His destiny must be ill-starred!
Davec5299
Magistrate
Act VII – Cordelia’s Prison Cell
His calloused hand across her belly did skim,
And settled on her hairy quim.
It was soft like down,
A very light brown,
And rather in need of a trim.
He held her cute ankles wide apart,
And pushing them back he did start.
They reached the top of the bed,
Either side of her head,
When the girl let out a loud fart.
‘You dirty young whore,’ Edmund snorted.
‘You disgusting man,’ she retorted.
‘You think you’re so clever,
But you’ll have me never.
Your lust will always be thwarted.’
She kicked her legs free from his grasp,
And made poor young Edmund gasp.
She kicked at his head,
But hit his deep chest instead,
And her ankle he was able to clasp.
To the bottom of the bed Edmund tied
Her ankles, with legs spread out wide.
‘Try kicking me now,
You nasty young cow.’
He snarled as he stood by her side.
Edmund took off his robe and his hose,
‘Til he was naked from his head to his toes.
He grasped his thick cock,
Which was hard as a rock,
And above the poor girl he did pose.
‘I’ve waited too long for this chance.
With your words you’ve led me a dance.
It’s now time to savour
Your sweet girlie flavour
That you gave to that devil in France.’
‘Charles was much bigger than you,
Of heart and of manhood too.
That puny little cock
Belongs in a sock
And you belong in a zoo.’
‘Up at me her sweet cunny is winking.’
Randy young Edmund was thinking.
‘Right now I must poke her.
With my rod I must stoke her,
While the tears from her eyes she is blinking.’
His calloused hand across her belly did skim,
And settled on her hairy quim.
It was soft like down,
A very light brown,
And rather in need of a trim.
He held her cute ankles wide apart,
And pushing them back he did start.
They reached the top of the bed,
Either side of her head,
When the girl let out a loud fart.
‘You dirty young whore,’ Edmund snorted.
‘You disgusting man,’ she retorted.
‘You think you’re so clever,
But you’ll have me never.
Your lust will always be thwarted.’
She kicked her legs free from his grasp,
And made poor young Edmund gasp.
She kicked at his head,
But hit his deep chest instead,
And her ankle he was able to clasp.
To the bottom of the bed Edmund tied
Her ankles, with legs spread out wide.
‘Try kicking me now,
You nasty young cow.’
He snarled as he stood by her side.
Edmund took off his robe and his hose,
‘Til he was naked from his head to his toes.
He grasped his thick cock,
Which was hard as a rock,
And above the poor girl he did pose.
‘I’ve waited too long for this chance.
With your words you’ve led me a dance.
It’s now time to savour
Your sweet girlie flavour
That you gave to that devil in France.’
‘Charles was much bigger than you,
Of heart and of manhood too.
That puny little cock
Belongs in a sock
And you belong in a zoo.’
‘Up at me her sweet cunny is winking.’
Randy young Edmund was thinking.
‘Right now I must poke her.
With my rod I must stoke her,
While the tears from her eyes she is blinking.’
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Davec5299
Magistrate
Tonight's menu includes a helping of jelly.
To help fill @montycrusto 's belly.
No gouging of an eye,
That would be quite awry,
If not particularly smelly.
To help fill @montycrusto 's belly.
No gouging of an eye,
That would be quite awry,
If not particularly smelly.