Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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JOAN.
Joan is yellow
And mellow,
As ripe as a nut,
Though a lazy great drab and a deuce of a slut;
Far too fond of her snooze
And unspeakable bed,
And addicted to booze
When her children want bread.
From that lavish rotundity
Hardly her choice,
Out of awful profundity
Comes a male voice.
And mellow,
As ripe as a nut,
Though a lazy great drab and a deuce of a slut;
Far too fond of her snooze
And unspeakable bed,
And addicted to booze
When her children want bread.
From that lavish rotundity
Hardly her choice,
Out of awful profundity
Comes a male voice.
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Joan's a pattern
True slattern
Of rude slummy type,
For she loves a cigar and enjoys her black pipe;
Like a tigress she grips
With her passion her man,
And her sensual lips
Have the fleshliest plan;
And at snuff she's no laggard
Nor slow at a song—
She prefers “Irish blackguard,”
And both of them strong.
True slattern
Of rude slummy type,
For she loves a cigar and enjoys her black pipe;
Like a tigress she grips
With her passion her man,
And her sensual lips
Have the fleshliest plan;
And at snuff she's no laggard
Nor slow at a song—
She prefers “Irish blackguard,”
And both of them strong.
She's a model
To waddle,
Her margin is such,
Though she likes the gin-bottle to serve as a crutch;
And her wild tawny hair,
Tumbles over her face;
And you well might despair,
In her python's embrace;
If you came to collision
Or warmer caress,
You would need a decision
That few men possess.
To waddle,
Her margin is such,
Though she likes the gin-bottle to serve as a crutch;
And her wild tawny hair,
Tumbles over her face;
And you well might despair,
In her python's embrace;
If you came to collision
Or warmer caress,
You would need a decision
That few men possess.
Joan's no stranger
To danger,
She laughs it to scorn,
And the bully to frighten her has not been born;
With her muscular arms
And her terrible tramp,
When excited, her charms
Have an Amazon stamp;
Then its idle your wooing
And certain your fall,
She must burst and boohooing
Makes ninepins of all.
To danger,
She laughs it to scorn,
And the bully to frighten her has not been born;
With her muscular arms
And her terrible tramp,
When excited, her charms
Have an Amazon stamp;
Then its idle your wooing
And certain your fall,
She must burst and boohooing
Makes ninepins of all.
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