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The Incubus (a short-short novella)

Tempter, demon straight from hell
You seed females minds with amorous dreams
Where they came from, they don’t know,
But you are evil, I can tell. (old Trillarian saying,)

Like my sister, the Succubus, I am a denizen spawned in hell,
ordained by Master Lucifer himself. The sole reason
for my existence is to act in accordance with the master’s
plan, which is, to confuse and corrupt both genders
of the human race by cohabiting with them, and I mean
that in the biblical sense. Toward that end, I must cite an
example of my crafty deception: Let’s say that I,
an ugly foul-reeking dragon of a demon should
enter the bedchamber of a comely maiden like Teddy,
disguised in the appearance of a dapper youth, like—what’s-his-name—
“Sheol help me,” but I hear her gentle breathing,
mingled with my own raspy, grunts . . . Wait--did I say . . …
“maiden”? “Wrong address,” I apologize to her husband
who just then entered, armed with a crucifix and knows how
to use it. And that is the end of our tete-a tete ,and this short-short.
“Spaghetti and meats a balle, anyone?” (Granted, this is not
the greatest example of “Craftiness,” aint it?)

Author’s note:
All resemblances to persons
alive or dead are purely co-
incidental.

Style / type: 
Free verse
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Dear Signor Jerryk how very funny, I almost thought you were coming out of the closet at one point! LoL how are you sure teddy does not snore? Teddy's husband would never hold a crusifix he would have his hands burnt right off, sometimes I use garlic to keep him at a distance LOL. Oh I love this poem, you have a fantastic way of telling things in words and they are always entertaining.

Thank you...Teddy

It takes a cheerful, humor-loving lady like you to digest my cornball jokes, etc. I appreciate your willingness to serve as a sounding-board for my silliness. Thank you, dearest signora. Somehow, I can't imagine you snoring like longshoreman, but I have been in error before. My wife can saw a cord of lumber in an hour's time, and so I'll be hearing you in my dreams, too, Signora, Teddy. Yours, Il Signor Jerry

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You might get that slap from Lynda tonight for that! LoL we seem to be in a small group at the moment. I hope everyone is well, it's a hard time it's good to giggle. My local town has unfortunately been swarmed by covid. I'm still holding on in my mask.

Thank you...Teddy

Uh, uh! no slapping this old boy who can claim to be mentally retarded, if the whim strikes him, lol. I can impersonate an "idjit" pretty well if I set my mind to it (an old idjit).
Sorry about the Covid being so aggressive in your town. Not in Florence--I hope?
Here, too, we must wear masks while out in public. Yeah, right now it's mostly you and me. Stay alert and safe, will you? This damned thing'll stay with us for quite a while--but I refuse to write verses about that virus from hell.. Bye, dear friend. Jerry

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idjit... Nighty night friend

Thank you...Teddy

to prove to you that anyone can write like an idijit, here is a letter written by me when I was only a half-idijit. Not bad, eh?

Deer Maw an paw an Mary Lou
us-uns awr at Giddisbur jist befur de faitin starts tomarro. Ah sure am glad our collerd boih Jesse learned me how to spell so Ah kin write yawl an episle in case Ah git keeled befur ah kin git home to see you-uns.
But mo importint, howz Abe mah ole coon dawg? Ah miz Abe sumphm fierce. with all the scrappn goin on heer, Ah shor wish he wuz heer to jam hisn muzl up sum bluebellee-unes ass an git hisself a bohn.
Ah heered dem yankees dont wanna berrie good ole boys from the sout like us-uns. Tham bluebellees gist leev us-uns to rot an then plou us-uns ‘neeth the feel as Paw went ‘n dun with dem-dar hawgs that went ‘n dayed ‘cuz awf antraks or sumphm.
Tooday dem geenerels, ole rooster Georg Picket an fuzziwheeskers James Pettigrew mayd us-uns look fur shooz in Giddisbur. How cum us-uns needs shooz in summer? us-uns haint had shooz in winter and jist haid wheeskee to keep dam-dar feet worm. Now us-uns haint haid no wheeskee that us-uns need most. but jist dam-dar shooz us-uns ain’t need in summer. I reckon not, Lawd no, hell-eluja.
Dam geenerels tell us-uns to rest a spel. dar’ll be faightin to fill yern bellees tomarrow, thay saied. I wuz so exaited Ah got mahself a caiz awf camp trots an mah entare blankeet reeks. Lawd yeas.
Dat-dar unbiled sowbellee us-uns et dinnt hielp us-uns none. dar warrant hush puppies an fritters to be haid. Wait teel tomarro ifn wen dam yankee critters git their belleeful from us-uns. A bitter stop cuz Ahrm choked up an in teers. Ma freen Billy Bob’s a-burnin green wood to git a cookin far a goin. Shits fo brains! uh, uh! Ah declare!
Paw, Ah sent yawl a fishn rod that ah went an traided awf a yank scout. Ah swapt dat-dar yank a wet chaw and dat-dar critter thought hee’d got me hornswagged teel Ah showd hem dam sores all’n mah mout n lips! haw haw haw! this wor aint all grizzlee at taimes.
Well, you-uns caiss Abe fur me an Ah’ll do mah best to kick prezident Abe in hisn ass--ifn win Ah git to Warshintin after the faightin’s dun tomarrow. Ifn Ah dont you-uns jist git to Giddisbur an git Abe to sniff out mah bohnz. berrie them bneath the magnolies whar Ah haid deflourd Marylou when she saw me in mah soljers outfit an Ah showd her mah gun. Tell Marylou ah had fun and git Abe to come an look fur mah bonz. The Souts in the rat! Ahm proud to faight n Lincolns war. but for mah prezident Jefferson Davis an mah generel Boby Lee Ah faight. Prai fur us-uns an caiss mah hound Abe on the mout. Ah wood do it mahself but Aw caint. but not dat hound Abe in Warshinten dat ah wont caiss. Jist Abe an you-uns an marylou. Yawl say a prair for us-uns. ya heer?
Yer greatful everlovin sun, Johnny.
PS. the folks dat live hea are all furriners and dont talk like us-uns.
Dey talk Pencylvanie dutch. Aw declair! deyr a-waitn with a shovl aback a calfs ass to catch it all afur it hits de groun. it jist aint naterel de way dey want to keep the bawrn clean. it aint at all like back home in Clantoville were we-uns let it fall if’n n ware it’ll fall, Lawd yeas, no!
Dis Ah wrote on June dirtiest, afore the battle tomarrow an Ah’ll rite mo ifn Ah live

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Really you get a whole other language, it's so clever I don't they no I could ever do it.

Thank you...Teddy

yeah yeah, and don't let the bedbugs bite. Lol. Jerry

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thanks for reading my brain twister; it really is deep-southern y'awl speech of the worst sort. Some folks can and most can't understand a word that's being said. Back to normality, lol. Jerry

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Was twisted, you have a great talent for sounding accents, I've never been able to do it. Just brilliant

Thank you...Teddy

my post was twisted, twisted at both ends--just like me, lol. To compensate, I'll post a
succubus poem right soon. We got to keep the sssssssssshow ggggggoing. Rrrright?
Jerry

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the quietness, yes do post we will the curtains open Jerryk.

Thank you...Teddy

after all. the show must go on. In the interim I'll play with Lynda's new kitty, a little boy kitten that's so playful. Later, Signora.
Jerry

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