Up heart for one more snooker’s pool ; 
It dives amid the mingled mucks 
Of clap juice, come, and raspberry fool ! 
When Celia fucks. 
 
VI 
When Celia comes, ’tis earthquake’s hour ! 
The bed vibrates like kettle-drums. 
It is a grand display of power 
When Celia comes. 
 
Right up her arse my shitty thumbs 
Increase her rapture.  Gentle flower ! 
Flap go apace our bulging turns. 
 
The sea hath swallowed up the tower. 
Spunk trickles over both our bums 
In one ecstatic summer shower 
When Celia comes. 
 
VII 
When Celia’s sick I shit my drawers, 
Then wipe it up with them, then stick 
My head therein.  The poet scores 
When Celia’s sick ! 
 
The chunks I chew ;  the slime so slick 
I mix with monthly blood — some whore’s, 
And oil with that my chancred prick. 
 
We then start fucking on all fours. 
Nine times, like Tite, I do the trick. 
You bet the semen simply pours 
When Celia’s sick 
 
VIII 
When Celia shits I bite my lips ; 
My cock gets fits ; 
I hold her hips 
When Celia shits. 
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