Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

Celia I When Celia frigs my fat J.T., Her mouth is luscious as a pig’s : I come three times in minutes three When Celia frigs. But when she fucks, what randy jigs She dances on my stiff pee-wee ! I leave plain buggery to prigs ! Her twat is deeper than the sea ; Her ulcers are like rotten figs ; — It is a holy time for me When Celia frigs. II When Celia spends I send a card Inviting all my oldest friends To tea, if they can get a hard When Celia spends. It should be easy to make ends Meet, O good comrades of the bard ! Her twat gapes wide : what Ghost descends Upon that virgin hole ? On guard ! Brave soldiers. Frig ye ! Fucking tends To clap or chancre every yard When Celia spends. [128]