Classic Poem

Abhorrent to all natural joys
Philaenis sodomizes boys,
And like a spouse whose wife's away
She drains of spend twelve cunts a day.
With dress tucked up above her knees
She hurls the heavy ball with ease,
And, smeared all o'er with oil and sand,
She wields a dumb bell in each hand,
And when she quits the dirty floor,
Still rank with grease, the jaded whore
Submits to the schoolmaster's whip
For each small fault, each trifling slip:
Nor will she sit her down to dine
Till she has spewed two quarts of wine:
And when she's eaten pounds of steak
A gallon more her thirst will slake.
After all this, when fired by lust,
For pricks alone she feels disgust,
These cannot e'en her lips entice
Forsooth it is a woman's vice!
But girls she'll gamahuche for hours,
Their juicy quims she quite devours.
Oh, you that think your sex to cloak
By kissing what you cannot poke,
May God grant that you, Philaenis,
Will yet learn to suck a penis.