Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

HOME THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD O to be in Clara, Now her monthly’s there ! And whoever spends in Clara, Finds some morning unaware That the tip of his prick in its brushwood nest Is red and inflamed and — you guess the rest ! At least he is sorry he sped the plough In Clara — now. And after chordee, when gleet follows, And zinc he injects and santal swallows ! Hark, where his twisted love-plant pees in jerks The mucus-laden urine of the lover, Wakes the gross hufflahs, scares the scampering quirks ! That’s the small stricture, makes you piss twice over Lest you mistake for an unequalled scorcher The first fine careless torture ! Yet. Though his outlook’s rough, his whore is due. All will be gay when sucking wakes anew The bollocks, every lousy bitch’s dower. Far creamier than this gaudy dildo-shower ! [111]