Celia 
 
 
I 
When Celia frigs my fat J.T., 
Her mouth is luscious as a pig’s : 
I come three times in minutes three 
When Celia frigs. 
 
But when she fucks, what randy jigs 
She dances on my stiff pee-wee ! 
I leave plain buggery to prigs ! 
 
Her twat is deeper than the sea ; 
Her ulcers are like rotten figs ; 
— It is a holy time for me 
When Celia frigs. 
 
II 
When Celia spends I send a card 
Inviting all my oldest friends 
To tea, if they can get a hard 
When Celia spends. 
 
It should be easy to make ends 
Meet, O good comrades of the bard ! 
Her twat gapes wide :  what Ghost descends 
 
Upon that virgin hole ?  On guard ! 
Brave soldiers.  Frig ye !  Fucking tends 
To clap or chancre every yard 
When Celia spends. 
 
 
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