Classic Poem

Off the wall those prickles
So ill be swept,
So the harem secrets
Were better kept
To tell the same,
Would bring but shame

Off the wall those prickles
Can ill be brushed,
So the harem secrets
Were better hushed
To tell the tale,
All words would fail.

Off the wall those prickles
Were ill abated,
So the harem secrets
Were best not prated
Such things to tell
Would not look well.