That Austrian fellow takes the biscuit
Locks one of his daughters up, ’84
Has seven kids with her, some never lit
By daylight, but, as ever, the wife saw
Nothing. Did she not wonder where the poor
Daughter was all this time? Or where hubby
Was when he was hidden beneath the floor
In those secret rooms, evenings spent busy
Abusing his grandkids of incest? Free
No longer, this is true, but often it
Is far too late by the time that the law
Discovers their deeds. In his seventies,
Surely no punishment can ever fit
His crime that every parent must abhor?
Mon 28 Apr 2008
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