Classic Poem

Over the stern, my sad heart, drool;
My heart, spattered with soldiers' cum.
Each sprayed there the juice of his tool.
Over the stern, my sad heart, drool.
Beneath the taunts of troops so cruel
Who burst out laughing, all and some,
Over the stern, my sad heart, drool,
My heart, spattered with soldiers' cum.

Oh ithyphallic soldier lads
Whose taunting has depraved my heart,
A painting now the ship's helm glads
Of ithyphallic soldier lads.
And, oh you waves where water mads,
Take, take and bathe away the smart
Of ithyphallic soldier lads
Whose taunting has depraved my heart.

When all of them had shot their bolt,
What could I do, my cheated heart?
The belching of each drunken dolt
When all of them had shot their bolt
Will make my sickened gorge revolt
If they corrupted every part
When all of them had shot their bolt.
What can I do, my cheated heart?