Poem #8

This poem is quite disgraceful, apalling, I'm shocked!  However it was written by a member of the aristocracy, so that's alright then!

I am indebted to the inestimable Hak Mao who discovered this gem, although I can't help worrying about the sort of books she must be reading, to say nothing of the company she keeps, I mean, that Will  ......  say no more!  (I have it on good authority that the fella' keeps his cloth cap on in bed at night.)

It is by the late John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester, who died this day in 1680:

On King Charles

In the isle of Great Britain long since famous grown
For breeding the best cunts in Christendom,
There reigns, and oh, long may he reign and thrive,
The easiest prince and best-bred man alive.
Him no ambition moves to get renown
Like the French fool, to wander up and down
Starving his subjects, hazarding his crown.
Peace is his aim, his gentleness is such,
And love he loves, for he loves fucking much.
Nor are his high desires above his strength:
His scepter and his prick are of a length;
And she that plays with one may sway the other,
And make him little wiser than his brother.
I hate all monarchs and the thrones they sit on,
From the hector of France to the cully of Britain.
    Poor prince, thy prick, like thy buffoons at Court,
It governs thee, because it makes thee sport.
'Tis sure the sauciest prick that e'er did swive,
The proudest, peremptoriest prick alive.
Though safety, law, religion, life lay on't,
'Twould break through all to make its way to cunt.
Restless he rolls about from whore to whore,
A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.
To Carwell, the most dear of all his dears,
The sure relief of his declining years,
Oft he bewails his fortune and her fate:
To love so well, and be loved so late.
For when in her he settles well his tarse,
Yet his dull, graceless ballocks hang an arse.
This you'd believe, had I but time to tell y'
The pains it costs to poor, laborious Nelly,
Whilst she employs hands, fingers, mouth, and thighs,
Ere she can raise the member she enjoys.

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[Will]

Watch it David or I'll set me whippet on yer!