Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

[138] Girls Together ! Piddling Polly and Randy Rose Were maidens pure as Alpine snows. Said Randy Rose to Piddling Polly : How shall we cure this melancholy ? Said Piddling Polly to Randy Rose : Let’s put our hands up each other’s cloches ! So Randy Rose and Piddling Polly Frigged each other till they felt jolly. Said Piddling Polly to Randy Rose : There might be a prick downstairs — who knows ? Said Randy Rose to Piddling Polly : A finger is fun — a fuck is folly. Said Piddling Polly to Randy Rose : I’m on for it anyway — here goes. So Piddling Poll fetched a boy with a cock ; And was fucked for an hour and a halt by the clock. While Randy Rose sat over her head And was sucked off seventeen times instead.