ladyslipper, try it on

so we slipped another one in. the ladyslipper, now a famous tune to go down in the annals of musical mystery by the shitting glitter band, refers to the before-famous legendary shoe. the magic kind that protects and hurries you towards a witchy destiny. it hails from a flower, a pretty beginning to be sure, but somehow ends up wrapped around your dirty foot. well, that spawned the metaphors of honey toes and other such nonsense in my own repetition of this fable. i unabashedly stole one of my fave lines of all time from miss star, mazzy... ride it on. but in an ever so new and improved phrasing. i mean, of course there is nothing like the simple "ride it on baby, into the night", but i detect a challenge in my own use. i simply ask that you not only slide on the ladyslipper, but that you ride it on.... tough task. can you make magic of this flower? can you make your toes taste like honey, and then drip them on my mouth? fairly difficult imagery to bake into a reality cake. but i'm a bitch of witch, and i demand some downright hoopla attached to my everyday tasks. i also beep a lot in it. beep ... beep
beep.... beeep beep hooty hoo