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TRIOLETS I shall write a short poem on cunt, Explaining its delicate beauty ; Its folds, and its fronds, and its button. Its scent, as of freshly killed mutton. My language may seem very blunt ; But that is my fate, and my duty. I shall write a short poem on cunt. Explaining its delicate beauty. The use of a cunt is to spend in ; The aim of a cunt is to spend. Its neighbour the arsehole laments That the folly of Nature prevents Its helping the latter, to end in Emission the gentlemans end. The use of a cunt is to spend in ; The aim of a cunt …
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…ughter fair and merry Who kept twelve hours a day her arse on The fine old family jerry. She poured such a stream of waters vital From a cunt so slimy and hairy That the Bishop of London gave her the title Of Micturating Mary. One day they were praying in church for rain When the heavens above with a roar rent : Came sizzle and splash on the window pane, And the road swirled down with the torrent. Cried the vicar : How quickly its come to pass ! Lets thank the Lord for his blessing ! But his wife whispered Hush ! You silly old ass ! It…
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PARODIES LONG BEFORE DAWN Sweet cunt, if prick were stronger, Arse clear of turds that wrong her, Then two things might live longer, Two sweeter things than they. J.T. the root of power, And balls, the bloomless bower. J.T. that stands an hour, And balls that droop a day. From entry to emission When passion melts suspicion, The pot is there to pish on, The paper is there for turds, As fart by fart grows colder, And shit on brows or shoulder Slides sideways now, and smoulder The lusts too sweet for words. This one thing once worth poking God gav…
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[119] LIMERICKS ADVENT God is coming in the air ; Marys cunt is on his face. With her hands she frigs apace ; All the angels stand and stare. Jesus sniggers Ah, mon père ! Cherubs whisper See them race ! God is coming in the air ; Marys cunt is on his face. Now the Ghost is in despair. Did he pity Josephs case ? Now a perfume fills the place, And the heavenly host declare God is coming in the air.
1904 · PDF PAGE 120
…e boys And pound up their shit into paste. The clergy are partial to choir-boys ; I cannot approve of the taste. The wonderful beauty of cunt Is a thing for a poet to rave over ! At the moment of coming its grand ; They grip you and shake like a hand. They emit a low poop, like a grunt ; And the jelly boils, flows like a wave over ! The wonderful beauty of cunt Is a thing for a poet to rave over ! [122]
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So when her pa proved a mere scum-pit Your cunt is, and as for your rump, it Is all out of tune ! She laughed yer baboon ! Yer dont like it ? All right ! yer can lump it ! V There was a young lady named Rose Who filled not one po, but twelve poes With piss, sweat, and come, Thick slime from her bum, And snot from her bloody old nose. VI There was an American whore Whose cunt was a festering sore. She caulked it with pitch Till the bloody old bitch Was A1 at Lloyds evermore. But with earthly success not content, She grew pious to Hea…
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[115] FRAGMENT PARODY ON THE HYMN THERE IS ONE ABOVE ALL OTHERS Rose, your fuck is simply ripping. (O how he loves !) How your cunt my prick is gripping ! (O how he loves !) In and out its head is slipping, Filling you with joy, and whipping All your cream to mutton dripping ! (O how he loves !)
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ODE TO TITE (Fragment) When the harlot refuses the oyster, And the pandar is left in the lurch ; When the cunt is discrowned of the cloister, And the choir boy unkissed of the church ; When Aum tat Savitur varenyam The Hindu forgets to recite, We should think we had reached the millennium, Save only for Tite ! [103]
1904 · PDF PAGE 123
…we may doubt the story odd About the Ghost who gaily goes (The priests say) to put you in a pod. Your Jesus would not have a nose ! Your cunt would pox the eternal God, Rose !
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…NTENTS INTRODUCTON.................................................... 1 THE NAMELESS NOVEL PROLOGUE. The Cocksuckers Crime ; or, the Cunt of the Countess............. 17 CAPIT 1. The Voluptuous Villagers ; or, Vice on the Varm ................... 21 CAPIT 2. Juggling with Joy-jelly ; or, The Ecclesiastics Exploit ............. 27 CAPIT 3. The Futile Fuck-stick ; or, The Distillers Dilemma ................ 31 CAPIT 4. The Queens Quandary ; or, Leaves from the Journal of My Life in the Highlands........ 35 CAPIT 5. The Kings App…
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…f a scent ! Alas for Fat Bill ! Such a nosegay may kill ! Those words were the last that he uttered ; While Bowles gave a laugh like a cunt-stricken calf : Will you have them with Bovril, or buttered ? Alas ! The lucks ill ! The house smashed like Fat Bill, And went arse over tip like a lamp ; While the rest of us asked : Are our brains over-tasked ? Theres an odour here ! Can it be damp ? Our souls went with Bowles to the heavenly goals But we asked at the end of the tunnel : Is this No. Seven ? Or can it be heaven ? He sai…
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…HANOS With songs from the Isis oerladen Thou standst in the battles full Disdaining the breast of the maiden And spurning her fatuous cunt. Brave buggerys fervent apostle ! We fuck thee until we are faint, Our comrade of cockstands colossal, O, Stephane, saint ! Nor wall-hole nor girl-hole nor grass-hole Accepts thy implacable cock ; But the brown, wrinkled crease of an arse-hole Is thine for the furious block ; When fervent and swollen the torrent Of solid and spasmical spend Rolls luminous up through the horrent Back-side of a friend ! …
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In such a slimy still ! To frig you till one chilled you ; To damp you till you mildew : To fuck you till one filled you, Sweet cunt, if spunk could fill : To hunt a crab and lose him Between your twat and bosom, Your bubbies coppery blossom, Between your hips and hocks : To say of clap What is it ? To laugh at syphilis, it Is nothing ; we can kiss it And its no longer pox : To feel the buboes thicken By ulcer-blooms that quicken, Red sores that stink and sicken, Lures of a leprous bride : Till, like a luscious Turk, you re- Bound, …
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… Bowles Esq.) There was a young bugger named Percy Who let a most poisonous fart ; He collected the spend of an intimate friend From the cunt of a two-penny tart. This notorious whore had a tertiary sore Halfway from her bubs to her belly ; He licked up the pus and distilled it for us ! With the toe-jam of M...e C.....i. To continue his plan he looked up a man, A fellow, who kept in the Cl.st.rs ; Who sucked off a pig (a magnificent frig) Chewed that, and gave Percy the oysters. Clap-juice he extracted from someone who acted In the F..tl...ts…
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… fat arse poised warily over the ascetic face of the Archbishop, she lolloped a great gob of greasy spend from the throat of her bulging cunt into the gaping mouth of the half-choked ecclesiastic. It is well, my daughter, if thou art pleased, he replied, when he had swallowed the cachet of her emotions. But my venerable pudendum asks at- tention. It shall have it, father ! said the lady, and forthwith she caught his purple-knobbed pillar in her hands, and violently rubbed it in a direction perpendicular to its length, increasing both …
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…aven in her capa- cious mouth. She, and she alone, had avenged Arabi Pasha, when on the stricken field of Tel-el- Kebir, she pitched her cunt and poxed eleven thousand Tommies in one night. She was the vet- eran who stood by statued Memnon at sunrise, and with the music of her farts out sang the sto- ried stone. She, uncrowned Empress of mankind, she, carrion of a million stallion men, she was my love, my dove, my undefiled ! To me, the mere boy bugger of the Bay of Biscay, this peerless rantipole [43]