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1904 · PDF PAGE 110

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…OF LOVE I All June I rubbed my prick with grease. Now, hair by hair, I comb its fleece, And shew it where Pauline may pass. She will not suck me off. Alas ! What, no luck ? Lord love a duck ! The chance was she might need a fuck ! II How many months I strove to wipe My brown and corrugated pipe ! To-day I fart for all I know. She will not hear my music. So ? It is split ? Devil a bit ! Suppose Pauline had bade me shit ! III My whole life long I learned to frig. This hour I play the supreme pig And suck her pussy. Pox or clap ? She will riot giv…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 141

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

Then with your well worn chamois leather You’ll suck up, in your love’s strong tether, My last breath and last fuck together, My Darling ! [143]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 22

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… couple of whores to amuse you while you wait — or you can watch my butler putting cream in the tea — his only amusement, poor fellow, I sucked him dry years ago ! — and then we will sit down to a real morn- ing’s work over my reminiscences.” These, dear girl, are for you. They form this pleasant book. Now strip yourself and get a can- dle ; lunge in front of a looking-glass and read and frig alternately. If you are grown up, a dog or a man to suck you saves labour — of any sort — and time. But I want you to swim in a perfect ocean of fuck as y…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 139

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

[141] THE POET ABROAD At Grindelwald I have no luck. I want your pussy-cat to suck, Your sniffy bottom-hole to fuck, My darling ! Remembrance is so sad for me ! I yearn for your K.U.N.T. That in my mouth was wont to pee, My darling ! All on my balls you used to piss ; Your farts would smoke, your turds would hiss ; Then you would take my cock to kiss, My darling ! I used to hang on every word Your dainty little mouth averred, And make milk puddings with a turd, My darling ! I shat of yore between your bubs. Those fat amusing butter-tubs : Love’…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 59

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

THE ARCHBISHOPS’S SONG I nicked her suck-and-swallow, Her intercrural trench, Her home-sweet-home, her hollow, Her little shop of stench. I knocked her up the mustard-pot ; I swivelled her in the socket ; I stirred her creamy custard-pot With my rampageous rocket. I jumbled up her harbour ; I climbed her Jacob’s ladder : 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 o…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 54

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ving by a truly scientific method) that there was nothing like a cock for fucking, and that a tongue was the best thing in the world for suck- ing off. Her classical researches have encouraged a host of other investigators to engage in similar tasks, and thus stimulated all that is best in mod- ern civilization to probe the immense mysteries that ever ring in our puny intelligences, our be- fogged and poxy brains. The digression has been long, but I trust not without edification ; and in our next chapter you may rely on our returning to the sto…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 121

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…illed 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 (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 rott…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 43

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…occupy. But my farter burns for a pisser, and I see Hassan (so I call the dear beast) has a stand like the tower of Pisa. Come, and I’ll suck you off as we go. [41]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 58

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…h ! You would, would you, you penny-a-peep flapper ? Well, little girls will be little girls. Adam fell for less than this — Oh ! If you suck so I shall go mad — Stop, for God’s sake ! This was the song.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 44

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…s of sixty virgins without losing erection. She had been present when Zuleika, the Queen of the Sudan, as they called her, undertook (to suck off, and swallow the spend of) fifty-seven men in the first hour, and sev- enty-two in the second, when she had got into her stride, as it were. Alas ! All Europe knows the treachery which cost her life. In the third hour the infamous Selim bin Haroun presented himself dis- guised to her hasty lips. As you know, this chief- tain, desirous of checking his fertility without in- terfering with his pleasures,…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 36

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ll admit) won my spurs on the field of battle. Were you knighted on the field ? I now dared to inquire, seeing him silent. No, you young suck-shit, he answered genially, but I was bloody well poxed. [34]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 25

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… Whack it up ! Wallop it in ! What’s the nanny-goat for, you pimp, if you can’t go tail- twitching her hairy old tuzzy-muzzy ? You shall suck the oysters out of the kidney pudding if you’re good. Now — my boy ! I complied with dignity, and in a moment found the Archbishop on my back gripping my hair with one violent hand and grappling at my breasts with the other, while his sharp-beaked pond snipe tore open the folds of my wrinkled arse, ill protected by their six weeks’ leaving of shit, and began pumping out its short and spitty spend with the…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 45

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

minutes and a half she continued to suck him with her whole force ; he reeled, fell, and expired. Zuleika was avenged. But for all her gallantry the Amir was adamant. Your engagement was to aver- age over fifty cocks an hour (he said) and you have failed ; the penalty is known to you. The unhappy woman groaned and acquiesced. The eunuchs stuffed a vast quantity of rice into her front and back paddy-fields, and with delicate enemata of boiling water caused it to swell. They stood away at the critical moment and with yell like ten thou- sand devi…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 84

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…he fact. But Monty was terribly disgusted with Andrew, and when little Ambrose struck Monty (who had called him, with naive eloquence, “ Suck-shit ”) the latter knocked him down and kicked him. The lieutenant, who was near, had to interfere, and the dark languor- ous boy was punished. This mean revenge (as he understood it) irritated Monty still more and he eventually refused to speak to Andrew at all. It was the night of a big dinner ashore and Monty Le W... had gone up to a little sitting-room which was next [to the] billiard-room, to wait fo…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 52

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… in length — it is the sor- row of my life that I have never touched the 100 yard mark ! — And standing in a long row, began to frig and suck it madly. As you can see, I can coil and uncoil it at pleasure : I can wind myself up in it : I could hang myself in it if the whim took me. I have dipped it in treacle, and given a Sunday- School treat which the children will remember for years — they all got the clap ! — I have smeared it in birdlime, and caught a record lot of eagles : I have buggered eight pythons at one moment : I have — But why boas…

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