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1904 · PDF PAGE 98

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

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 it’s 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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1904 · PDF PAGE 135

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

CHORUS And she’ll work, work, work ! She’ll give a nod And say “ My God ! ” With a simper and a smirk. She’ll titillate your testes till with senses in a whirl You plunge your pennies in the slot of the Auto- matic Girl. [137]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 22

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…bubbies, your dear fat butter-pats, your rosy-buttoned titties, or wherever you like. And when I can’t spunk any more, I’ll suck you off till your back aches and your eyes are blue all round, and your gallimaufry is as sore as my gully-raker will be when you’ve clapped me, and pissing is like passing red-hot needles, and the stricture holds my fuck back till the crisis nearly blows its top off. So now, you bitch ! [20]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 116

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…om 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 Heaven she went. Son, Father, and Ghost And the heavenly host Have all got the double event. [118]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 136

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… ? Said Piddling Polly to Randy Rose : Let’s put our hands up each other’s cloches ! So Randy Rose and Piddling Polly Frigged each other till they felt jolly. Said Piddling Polly to Randy Rose : There might be a prick downstairs — who knows ? Said Randy Rose to Piddling Polly : A finger is fun — a fuck is folly. Said Piddling Polly to Randy Rose : I’m on for it anyway — here goes. So Piddling Poll fetched a boy with a cock ; And was fucked for an hour and a halt by the clock. While Randy Rose sat over her head And was sucked off seventeen times…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 105

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…I were page to piles ! If you were fucking’s lady And I were lord of buggery, We’d work electric handles To dildos, sticks, and candles. Till testicles kept hey-day In vulva’s greasy snuggery : If you were fucking’s lady And I were lord of buggery. If you were queen of spending And I were lord of spunk, We’d fuck for days together And oil your chamois-leather, And teach my tool a bending. Arid prove your twat a skunk, If you were the queen of spending And I were lord of spunk. EPILOGUE If I were bubo’s victim And you orchitis’ prey We find what…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 103

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…f course not in anger, O, Stephane, saint ! When the stars of the heaven arc bust up, And the earth tails away from the sun ; Thou wilt still be as ready to thrust up Thy penis, till penes are done : And the boys that come northward from Naples Together shall cling and to thee. If ye cannot ape heaven, ye can ape hells. And so can the sea. O foolish and hideous hucksters That linger by bubbie and quim ! Your days are ridiculous fucksters Are drawn into twilight, and dim. For in spite of the Virgin her limp son We are tinged with the sodomite’s …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 93

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…new no bounds. And she agreed (vide the sequel) His power was equal. All night he kept his engine going Much to the lady’s satisfaction, Till in the morning, by her showing, His total (after due subtraction Of income-tax) was found in fine Eleven thousand and eighty nine ! Still, as through years the solid rocks stand, No weakness did this hero show. He still possessed a mighty cock stand When his fair mistress had to go, And he repaired to wash his balls Before he paid his social calls. But — Nemesis ! — The drawing-room Is not the place for e…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 121

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… 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 (his acting was grand) Then he sucked out the faeces and faeculent greases From 45 whores in the Strand. Still more to complete us …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 138

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ning of “ pains in the back ” was 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…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 58

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…. No, I say ! I am adamant, iron ! You may twist yourselves into the randiest positions you know ; you may cuddle my crimson chitterling till it chirps, soars and spurts into the blue Heaven of God : but I will N O T corrupt your morals with those degrading and sin- ful songs. I will never transcribe a word or a sylla- ble that the most modest woman need blush to hear : I will never be a party to the ruin of one in- nocent child-soul. Cunts ! I protect you ! Nugs ! avaunt ! Come not near the pure girls and women for whom I write this book, the …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 29

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ed so expert that the woman beneath him squirmed with joy, and licked the snout of the monster with a las- civious tongue in her frenzy, till with a royal snort the accomplished porker, rapture dying along its verge, as Browning says of the rainbow, gave her jelly for juice, and the well-matched pair sank down in the rapture of a delicious orgasm. The concertina, falling to the floor, squeezed its air out with a long-drawn, plaintive sigh, from which an onomatopoeiomaniac Platonist who had read Cor- nelius Agrippa and Paracelsus would certainly

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1904 · PDF PAGE 64

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…or me, said the good old man, withdrawing his dripping jiggling- bone from a six months’ kid spoilt by a sound, and inserting it in the still warm bowels of a still-born baby, was to be found in her fondness for the rapid and accurate repetition of the act of love. This I could supply, as you may imagine from my previ- ous story ; so we lived together in perfect harmony. Every month when her courses came on I revelled with peculiar lust in the miry bloodiness of her dearest bodily part. I would lie all day with her dumb-glutton perched on my ar…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 55

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ountebank, while his mother, disgusted that he was a boy, brought him up as a girl, as far as she possibly could. He even slept with her till he was eighteen : and we may guess the result. H...s was a snivelling shit. L..s wore long hair, never washed and rarely shaved. His pictures were beneath criticism, and his manners — Mean little skunks, the slimy pair of them ! Now in an attic in the same building lived S...y B.....s, the common road of the quarter : an illustra- tion of Euclid’s position that the Hole is greater than its Quarter. This w…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 81

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…n board H.M.S. Osiris a week before the Captain had pro- moted him to a dignity sufficiently high to excite the envy of the boys who had till then held the proud distinction of favourite catamite. A furious battle between the jealous beauties ended in their growing so excited over the spilt blood and the vio- lent physical pain that the spectators were scan- dalized by the sight of an impromptu orgie as infu- riate as the fight had originally been. The boys were [81]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 67

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip whip you till the blood runs.” Fatigued, she frigged her- self and retired, leaving the now bleeding bum of the little girl to the milliner, who stuck a dildo up her shop and with the other hand, wielded the dread instrument of torture. Oh ! What a bum ! She exclaimed : what a pleasure to beat it ! What a dear bottom ! I must — I will — can — I shall — I may, might, could, would, should, whip it. She had exhausted her auxiliary verbs and the auxiliary dildo (bo…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 65

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…than a simple but merry-arsed Chris- tian easing her yum-yum on a clergyman’s sore throat. With profound art she reserved her explosions till the supreme moment, and then, with one shriek hardly muffled by the tonsil-teaser in her mouldy mug, she would discharge her various se- cretions — vomit, frowsy towsy-mowsy fuck-muck, shit heralded by a Goetterdaemmerung of farts, and the rest, in an ecstatic touch-off, calculated to witch the world with noble arse-womanship ; thereby obtaining that physiological relief which seems to our modern scientif…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 20

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…Rapidly turning her over on to her back, he opened her mouth and performed with singular verve the op- eration which he usually reserved till after his morning meal. “ There are more ways of killing a dog than choking it with shit,” he mused, “ but none are so economical. To proceed ! ” Hastily cramming some of the overflow — for the Archbishop had dined well — up her nostrils, he drove a knife (which was conveniently handy) into her bowels, and plunged his straining and kicking butter-knife within the hole thus formed. The foaming guts closed …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 53

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…f a sensual nature from its employment. But noth- ing to the P......e League ! They got there, and they stayed there : they stayed there till the poor old emotion-knob was nearly torn to shreds. The Con- servative Female is a pretty randy proposition, you bet your life ! But enough of my election ! (She broke off as suddenly as she had begun, for she was of a low type of intelligence, and constant tippling had un- dermined her rudimentary brain), let us fuck a bit ! Let us spunk ! Let us come ! Why don’t you lick me, Bertie ? Stuff some more ra…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 89

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

bodies went up, a delicious steam, till his head withdrew, foaming, and fell upon her reeking lips again to lick salacious kisses and gently chew her gentle eyelids when she turned her mouth again to an even dearer object. Suddenly a shout was heard far off, and, rising up, Satan saw Adam returning with the spoil. He was now too near for him to escape. Eve with quick woman’s wit gathered her furs to her and squatting in front of the wood fire forced herself to appear nonchalant, while Satan gathered his coils together under her skirts. The fire…

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