No, not the winged variety.
She's talking about the little scrap of fabric that makes a man modest in modern society.
She is like that witch from the Grimms' fairy tales that owned a house made of sugar.
Hansel and Gretel were held hostage there.
Gretel had to sweep and mop and cook all day.
Hansel was being fattened for a roast to remember.
Returning now to this particular story of this particular witch,
she has opened a tiny eating place in the red light district where she used to ply her trade.
She serves exotic meats and very expensive desserts.
The menu reads as follows -
donkey bollox ............... 10p
monkey bollox .............. 11p
neanderthal bollox ........ 13p
gelding bollox ............... 25p
boy bollox ..................... 29p
14 yr old boy bollox ...... 75p
married man bollox ....... 15p
widower bollox ..............12p
bisexual bollox ...............40p
gay bollox .......................39p
mermaid milk ice cream ...........90p
whore milk ice cream ...............20p
her sister's ice cream ................. 8p
orphanage wet nurse ice cream 16p
She got no milk or she'd sell it for 40p she says.
Her sister is a fifth of her worth she says.
The neighbors say they aren't sisters really.
The witch is a byproduct of her mother's liason with the butcher they say.
That's how she has returned to what is in her genes,
selling goods produced on an animal farm, they say.
Now that you think about it, she looks nothing like her sisters at all.
- SDG
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