Oh, brother (part 42) by Grant Harbison

It pleased Elise to have so many enjoy her

And it excited her so that Derek was a voyeur

And if truth be told

He found it most gratifying playing the role of cuckold

At first he was surprised by the strange sensation

The arousal of watching and hearing her elation

But soon he found that he couldn’t get enough

Especially when the sessions got a little rough

But by far the greatest satisfaction

Was knowing that he would get the last of the action

And by then it was not just a matter of lust

The carnal desire was an absolute must

But while it was joy for Derek

It hadn’t been the same for his brother Erik

Although many monks had shared his bed

He just couldn’t get Borium out of his head

And day after day he’d continued to brood

Until someone had told him about the hag in the wood

Who would be able to envisage Borium’s location

Using her magic for a small remuneration

So into the wood he’d hopefully gone

Early one morn at the break of dawn

Deep in the wood an orange light had glowed

Lighting the path to the woman’s abode

As he’d reached her door and had prepared to knock

The door had suddenly opened and he’d jumped back in shock

She was by far the ugliest woman he’d ever seen

With a face full of warts and hair an olive green

She was only four feet tall and had bright yellow teeth

And had donned a black robe with nothing underneath

“You be the Viking seeking the monk for his mate. Ye’ll have to find him soon before it’s too late. I’ll show ye the way, but first of all ye’ll have to pay.”

Erik had paid the required fee. “Now tell me, woman. Where is he?”

“Far north in the land of the Scot, in the heart of the Highlands there be a secluded spot. Go there and ye will see. On top of a hill be a monastery. That’s where he be.”