III 
When Celia farts, my hasty nose 
Sniffs up the fragrance of her parts. 
Shamed are the violet and the rose 
When Celia farts. 
 
From churning bowels the vapour starts ; 
Through pox-gnawed cavities it blows : 
Out at the anus worn it darts. 
 
With rapture stiff my penis glows —  
Up, up her arse !  Ye half-crown tarts, 
I care no more to stuff your toes 
When Celia farts. 
 
IV 
When Celia pisses, I squat low 
Upon the floor for golden blisses. 
White wine of love ! 
My mouth the po. 
When Celia pisses. 
 
The silky stream is hot :  it hisses 
Between the farts that mumble slow 
Out of the sticky bum.  God misses 
 
A lot of fun.  He doth not know 
How urine lubricateth kisses. 
My cock doth stand :  my spunk doth flow 
When Celia pisses. 
 
V 
When Celia tucks, my giant tool 
Goes in and out with mighty clucks : 
My work’s cut out, sir, as a rule 
When Celia fucks. 
 
Worn by prolonged attempts on ducks, 
Weary of goats and boys, I school 
With rods the unwilling slave :  it plucks 
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