Classic Poem

Oh dear, oh dear, the nasty beast,
He might have spared your clothes at least,
To strip you bare and turn you out!
He's got no heart, the cruel lout.

And just because he came too soon,
And did not find you quite alone;
What if your fancy boy was there?
All women do the same, my dear.

Well, well: we'll know another day
And will not let him stop your play;
When he is out and someone's in,
Bolt the door first; and then begin.