Of Cloven-Fetish, Pasties 'N Tasties

2. Day Two: ▼
LOCATION: Hell Fire Club on Montpelier Hill, Ireland
The Hell Fire Club on Montpelier Hill was built as a hunting lodge in 1725 and reportedly became a gathering place for a small group of Dublin elites who met for debauchery and devil worship.
Tales of animal sacrifice, black masses, cloven-hoofed men, and murder surround the structure. It’s another popular destination for tourists and ghost tours.




Horny-Mel, as his spirited friends had dubbed
continueth his journey to find the ghosts
that haunt the places he loves to boast
Inside clubs of Hell Fire, lodges and caves
Horny-Mel would search for the pork-ass he craves-
The searing heat 'twas his desire.
Flirty fillies, lined-up to screw,
Why Saints and Begorrah, he'd use them too!
Loving their clover pasties, to add to his tasties!
This mission, he could not stop
for some pork he would properly pop
Grab-hold on tight into the night,
to gaze upon
praise upon
by the lodge’s hearth
their face to be sat upon --
for a little sizzling slurp, never hurt.
He traversed in sun ‘til moon riseth-done
He relished some meat of a mechanical pull,
to place between wenches’ cleaves, for a thrill
He set forth to camp where dancers break-nude
to praise-in his goo-glory, gory, the Darkest Knight,
unanimously thought to be righteously rude.
Hormy ... another dubbing, indeed,
by the Prince himself -- no not the Purple one,
the other one,
the cloven-foot fetisher
of burning fires
and porky desires,
who twists minds into spamtistics
and souls into boney splinters
of sticking gel-goop, stuck in the meat grinder
ne'er cleaned in a Spammenium,
but made for good binder.
Star-Moon Gazers R Us, Meet of the Great Meat --
yearly gathered to partake of the treat.
Such a delight it always be --
for after a long lay-day, and
use of an ancient spamicide
Hormy's son, Junior-Mel, could be guaranteed
No offspring henceforth,
would rise from this deed,
thus preventing dicing ’n slicing of Junior’s inheritance --
for his dad was securing the secret
of this curious meat, bit by bit,
bite by bite --
slimy-squishy chew, too!
The stuff that all of Hormanity
will tempt to feed,
to our innocent population,
from those great balls of fire, indeed!



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