He grabbed me by me slender neck,
I could not beg or scream
He took me to his dingy room
Where we could not be seen

His feverish lips he pressed to mine,
I gave him ever drop
He drained me of my very soul,
I could not make him stop

He tore away my flimsy wrap
And gazed upon my form
I was so cold, damp and scared
While he was bold and warm.

He made me what I am today
That's why you see me here
An empty bottle thrown away
That once was full of beer.

[Dedicated to all those wargamers who enjoy a relaxing wet after a hard fought battle. Kenn]