Pillory

Trapped in this device, head shaved skin—
Your neck and your hands, both the right and left.
At least your wrists are thin.
In several days, they'll set you free,
After people have paddled your tail
You were naughty!

Pillory, pillory—if she gives birth, you'll go
Pillory, pillory—to the altar. . .no!

Hungry as hell, no food to eat,
But lots of produce being thrown
At you, from head to feet.
Water's lacking—no drink for you,
But plenty of people take a whiz
On you and fill your shoe.

Pillory, pillory—folks are gawking at you.
Pillory, pillory—you shouldn't have screwed.

Tried to back out, but your large head
Could not squeeze through the hole that's so wee—
Tight as the one where you bred.
It was just as full as it could be
And that's the reason that you are bound
Here in the pillory.