Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her womanhood, for I am merely male.
O what men dare do! What men may do!
It’s fun to think what women may do too!
We should be woo’d and were not made to woo,
It matters not a whit, to wit, nor who.
I follow him to serve my turn upon him –
The others do not even care to con him.
Asses are made to bear, and so are you
Made to bare your ass to quite a few.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
The waistline where I most would like to go.
MADSONG: AN OLD TALE RETURNED
Most lovers are good in a clinch,
They do very well in a pinch.
They clutch a few straws.
Loosen their drawers —
Break some conundrums? A cinch!
A lover's a fellow with bells
But only one clapper that swells
And makes such a dong
Nell breaks into song
And then vents a series of yells.
A maiden must hold up her head
After she gets out of bed
And heads out of doors,
Joins society's wars
To show she's been very well bred.
"Good heavens!" the neighbors will cry,
"You're looking uncommonly spry!
Your skirt is quite rumpled,
Your bodice is crumpled,
And there's an odd gleam in your eye!"
Her sweetheart sneaks out the rear window,
Acts like a weed in a windrow,
But he will return,
Though his mistress may burn,
For she has been labeled a bimbo.
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