Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

So when her pa proved “ a mere scum-pit Your cunt is, and as for your rump, it Is all out of tune ! ” She laughed “ yer baboon ! Yer don’t like it ? All right ! yer can lump it ! ” V There was a young lady named Rose Who filled not one po, but twelve poes With piss, sweat, and come, Thick slime from her bum, And snot from her bloody old nose. VI There was an American whore Whose cunt was a festering sore. She caulked it with pitch Till the bloody old bitch Was A1 at Lloyds’ evermore. But with earthly success not content, She grew pious — to Heaven she went. Son, Father, and Ghost And the heavenly host Have all got the double event. [118]