Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

“ I will accede. Be henceforth gifted With everlasting power to stand Without a maiden’s finger lifted Or touches from a harlot’s hand. No trusty tongue shall waste your money ; Nor sight of cunnie.” The man rejoicing, went his way Exclaiming “ Thanks beyond expression ” He sought the Strand, and, sooth to say, Began to try his new possession. So, picking up a hoary harlot Who blushed quite scarlet At such immodest words addressed to her, Yet did not blush to ask five pounds, He took her home, and there confessed to her His admiration knew no bounds. And she agreed (vide the sequel) His power was equal. All night he kept his engine going Much to the lady’s satisfaction, Till in the morning, by her showing, His total (after due subtraction Of income-tax) was found in fine Eleven thousand and eighty nine ! Still, as through years the solid rocks stand, No weakness did this hero show. He still possessed a mighty cock stand When his fair mistress had to go, And he repaired to wash his balls Before he paid his social calls. But — Nemesis ! — The drawing-room Is not the place for exhibition Of that which satisfies the womb. At last involuntary emission [93]