She shoves it up her bumb, 
Those buttocks fat dividing. 
Ah !  Soon his head is hiding : 
For love hath no abiding, 
But dies before the come ; 
 
So hath it been, so be it ! 
Get out of bed and pe !  It 
Is time the doctor see it, 
Or smell it : — care I which ? 
Lest all who loved and licked your 
Fat oyster get a stricture : 
For though you are a picture, 
You are a rotten bitch. 
 
 
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