Sobbing, panting,
Throbbing, heaving,
Never grieving,
Thrusting, bursting,
Sighing, dying!
All nature now is in a glow,
Now they're coming, oh! oh!! oh!!!
Mutual keeping to one tether,
Sweet it is to come together.
NURSERY RHYMES.
A parson who lived near Cremorne
Looked down on all women with scorn;
E'en a boy's white fat bum,
Could not make him come;
But an old man's piles gave him the horn.
A cheerful old party of Lucknow,
Remarked, "I should like a fuck now!"
So he had one and spent,
And said, "I'm content!
By no means am I so cunt-struck now."
There was a young man of Peru,
Who lived upon clap juice and spew;
When these palled to his taste,
He tried some turd paste,
And said that was very good too.
There is a new Baron of Wokingham;
The girls say he don't care for poking 'em,
Preferring "Minette,"
Which is pleasant, but yet,
There is one disadvantage, his choking 'em.
There was an Archbishop of Rheims,
Who played with himself in his dreams;
On his nightshirt in front,
He painted a cunt,
Which made his spend gush forth in streams.
There was a young man of Newminster Court,
Bugger'd a pig, but his prick was too short;
Said the hog, "It's not nice;
But pray take my advice;
Make tracks, or by the police you'll be caught."
There was a young man of Cashmere,
Who purchased a fine Bayadere!
He fucked all her toes,
Her mouth, eyes, and her nose,
And eventually poxed her left ear.
There was a young party of Bicester,
Who wanted to bugger his sister;
But not liking dirt,
He bought him a squirt,