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1904 · PDF PAGE 122

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

Then he fired off a whiff : Fat Bill gave a sniff : “ There’s a curious sort of 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 luck’s 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 ? There’s an odour here ! Can it be damp ? ” Our souls went with Bowles to the heavenly goals But we asked at …

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…ch ! We ap- proached, and the brute, contrary to all expecta- tion, presented his rump for my inspection. After a moment’s hesitation he gave a loud snort of dissat- isfaction and walked to the table, from which he selected a card labelled “ Kiss my arse.” I drew back abashed. The engaging animal, at a sign from his master, now mounted the fattest of the venal women whom the Archbishop liked to have lying about the floor, and exposed a superb and succulent cream-stick of some fourteen inches in length. The woman lay on her back with her legs wi…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 73

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… she was beauti- ful and good. The overseers gathered a fire of sticks, and she soon had some capital nigger meat broiling. For soup she gave us some stallion jelly from her chocked-up cuckoo’s nest ; for fish the scrapings of the old negresses’ diddly-pouts made an excellent kedgeree : for entrée she did up a lot of balls, in shit sauce : also there was plenty of tripe, and some delicious sweetbread : for vegeta- bles the stomachs of our victims were as good as a Covent Garden, for they lived exclusively upon the produce of the Earth : the rel…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 79

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… spunked in my right ; then ushered me to the door with courtly politeness. At the gate he impressed a loving kiss upon my arsehole, and gave a final but business-like frig to my weary yard. I passed out : the great Churchman was but a memory in my life. [77]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 72

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blooded negro, with a magnificent torso. Calling him up to her, she gave him a glance so fiery that the poor fellow was ravished. She slyly exposed her bonny Black Bess, and the man’s nervous cane raised its beautiful head. She shrieked for help, crying that she was being raped by a slave. The overseer, who had assisted often enough at a simi- lar pastime, raised his stick, and struck the offend- ing pike-staff a severe blow, causing it to droop. The laughing girl continued her blandishments un- til the offence was repeated, and the punishment.…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 107

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… well. OPH. My lord, I have remembrances of yours That I have longed to redeliver : I pray you now receive them. HAM. No, not I. I never gave you aught. OPH. My honoured lord, you know right well you did. [Left disputing.] [109]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 97

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…der, And shit on brows or shoulder Slides sideways now, and smoulder The lusts too sweet for words. This one thing once worth poking God gave (alas ! in joking) The cunt that needs no stoking. The prick that always stands Were mate most fit to find her (Were any luck) to grind her, And then slip in behind her While frigging fast with hands. Ah ! one cunt worth the tickling, One stream of spunk worth trickling ! Ah sweet ! one prick worth pickling [99]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 59

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…r : I slept inside her arbour ; I stung her with my adder. I larded her factotum : I fucked her breadwinner ; My thrysus and its scrotum Gave her starch pie for dinner. Her Mary-Jane I mashed, Her little sister jiggled ; Her sack of corn I thrashed ; Her horse-collar I niggled. I stormed her Jack Straw’s Castle ; I jammed her tufted treasure ; I packed her paper parcel ; I dug her mine of pleasure. Her omnibus I boarded ; I shagged her lover’s locker ; Her Customs I defrauded : By Langolee ! I block her. I cleaned her saucy salmon ; I piddled i…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 137

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…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 it’s come to pass ! Let’s thank the Lord for his blessing ! ” But his wife whispered “ Hush ! You silly old ass ! It’s only our Mary — confessing ! ” Her father’s cura…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 91

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…nd a deluge of warm liq- uids mingled to flood the surrounding parts. But Eve would not let him withdraw as yet. And at this moment Adam gave vent to a cry of pain. “ I’m bit- ten,” he said. “ That horrible Palaeopulex,” said Eve. “ No, it’s in you ! It’s pushing me out ! Get up ! ” And Eve jumped up alarmed to find Satan quietly emerging from his citadel. Adam jumped for a club. But by the time he arrived a change had arisen. The old snake-skin dropped and Satan stood in his own shape, a radiant spirit. “ You bit me,” said Adam, embarrassed. “…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 121

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…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 (his acting was grand) Then he sucked out the faeces and faeculent greases From 45 whores in the Strand. Still more to complete us he swallowed a foetus Stewed whole with spew, monthlies, and snot. The sauce was sublime ; it was based on the slime Of a fishwoman’s rotten old twat. He proceeded to suck the shit that had stu…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 138

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…s learned By Micturating Mary. The doctors did all they could to save her. She throve on a diet ascetic. Till some silly ignorant bugger gave her Some gin as a diuretic. For fifteen years without cessation Did the hissing torrents roll out ; And at the P.M. examination They found she had pissed her soul out. They carved a beautiful chamber-pot On her tomb : and this moral appear did : “ This elegant girl in an hour from her twat Poured more than the Nile in a year did. Through the ages of earth her faultless fame Will never alter nor vary : Str…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 76

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fallen fortunes with a poem on the culinary uses of placentas, which fell still-born from the press, gave up the unequal contest and had himself buggered to death in the principal Harman of Constantin- ople. The Pope signalized his approbation of my ser- vices by appointing me to a fat bishopric, with the run of all the choir-boys in the district. But I had my work cut out in other ways, for Leila was still with me, and you know from your own experience that she has but to grip once your father-confessor with her amazing man-trap, and it is not…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 70

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…her shrieks, and in one explosive foam of lust, jetted our family fountains at a single mo- ment. Before the woman fainted, the overseer gave the word to stop. She was a young and modest girl, and at his signal, three huge negroes bounded upon her. Heedless of her cries and tears they plunged their reeking arse openers into her dainty

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ted again now I’ve left off. I’ll rub harder this time. Ah ! Adam ! Adam ! — Ha ! I thought I was with Adam — Oh, how lovely ! ” And she gave a delicious little sigh. “ Pardon this intrusion, Duchess, pray ” said a new voice, in the well-bred deferential manner that is so characteristic of diplomats. “ But is it the third Wednesday, is it not ? ” “ My dear Prince, how good of you to come. I was just hoping some one would drop in and cheer me up. This move has left me quite a wreck.” “ Ah ! Duchess, you are more beautiful than ever.” “ Bad man —…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…at. “ Sa- tan ! I love you ! When Adam kisses me he is so hot and heavy ; he chokes me ! You lift me, you hold me, you — Ah ! ” The tail gave a determined push, and the perspiring woman gasped with pleas- ure. “ My Queen ! ” “ Satan ! ” The amorous snake withdrew his coils from her breast. “ Don’t you love me ? ” “ I will teach you a love your Adam does not dream of ! ” And his head sought the dark home of her desire, while he pressed in her red lips the most tender part of his eager body. She entered into his desires and abandoned herself to t…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…nts, fish-porters, pimps, all the cream of Egyptian society and its dregs, gathered every Wednesday night to commit appalling orgies. He gave her to their tender mercies and saw her violated a dozen times before his eyes. In a month no more debauched woman walked the streets than this dainty English girl. She became a mother, after innumerable adul- teries on both sides, committed shamelessly in each other’s presence, even in spinthriae of ten or [6]

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… my body, and my no longer serviceable balls drooped help- lessly from their suspender. The pressure of her lousy but expert weather-gig gave me excruciating agony : for it was impossible even to work in order to produce ejaculation, on which I naturally relied to gain my point. But not for nothing had I been trained in the School of Mines ! (I thought you were at this time but seven years old, I ven- tured. He seemed not to hear.) By pulling at her bubbies by their nipples, which were an excellent grip, I was able to start a swinging movement,…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 71

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… of the poor boy grew terrible to behold : but the erotic fancy of my mother was unabated. In about an hour from the beginning something gave way in his inside ; and in a dreadful shriek which my mother heard with a proud glad smile, kissing fondly the boyish lips, the blood gushed from his mouth, and he expired in torment. It was now my sister’s turn to choose the sport. Her lustful eyes fixed upon a fine and full- [69]

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…rank by licking the genitals, or the feet, of the dirtiest sailors and stokers on the ship. He was only glad from the so- cial status it gave him when Andrew made over- tures of love. Monty would have himself preferred this choice, arguing that Andrew would have him- self preferred this choice, arguing that Andrew could never be really enamoured of so vicious a boy, but what he saw three weeks after undeceived him. On this wise. One night the Captain, being restless, sug- gested a tour of inspection, and the two lovers stole quietly out of thei…

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