You put the kitten in the box
which you feed then to the serpents
who in turn are fed to griffins
which you skin down for their pelts
which then you trade for ogre’s ochre
that you lose in warlock’s poker
where you win the Queen’s good choker
that holds the key to her one belt.

It’s the very sort of scary mess
that you will constantly process
as you seek to win caresses
of the royal hand.
Your adventures wild may be,
but while you’re out there recklessly
striving for the love of she,
endangered is her land.

So careful as you damage kitties
that you don’t imperil cities
lest Her Highness’ committees
come to take you to the tower.

For though you lust with all your span,
and she swears that she won’t unman you,
if you’re not wary, you’ll be banned.
It’s well within her power.

Love her special, love her quick.

Wax her, heat her with your wick
until it’s melted to the stick.
Aye, there’s the nub!

But if it ends, as most games do
be aware, you played it through
and you lost fair, your debt is due.

It’s time to leave the club.