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1904 · PDF PAGE 118

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

THE SAILOR ASHORE Give me a succulent twat ! Arsehole I’m weary of, straight ! Captain and bosun and mate, Christ ! I’m fair sick of the lot. Slime, and shit in the slot ! What, would you make a bloke wait ? Give me a succulent twat ! Arsehole I’m weary of, straight ! Girls, are you pissing, or what ? I’m in a hell of a state ! Better than never is late ! Here is some spunk for you, hot. Give me a succulent twat ! [120]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 100

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

[102] RONDEL Kissing her twat, I sat between her feet, Smelt it, and felt it : sucked and found it sweet : Made fast her legs, drew down her clitoris Long as long pricks, and juicy like a kiss : With her own fingers played upon the spot Kissing her twat. Shit were no sweeter than her spend to me ! Shit of dead lobsters under the cold sea ! What fart could get between my lips and hers ? What new sweet splutter of her hairy arse ? Unless perhaps her spitting piss me shot, Kissing her twat.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 126

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…inutes three When Celia frigs. But when she fucks, what randy jigs She dances on my stiff pee-wee ! I leave plain buggery to prigs ! Her twat is deeper than the sea ; Her ulcers are like rotten figs ; — It is a holy time for me When Celia frigs. II When Celia spends I send a card Inviting all my oldest friends To tea, if they can get a hard When Celia spends. It should be easy to make ends Meet, O good comrades of the bard ! Her twat gapes wide : what Ghost descends Upon that virgin hole ? On guard ! Brave soldiers. Frig ye ! Fucking tends To c…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 69

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

an hour or so of tummy-tickling and twat-raking with some of the loose holes around, while you ty- pograph the stuff you have got so far. [67]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 105

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…pending 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 strange delight is In epididymitis. Your cock — the tongues that licked him Would have the deuce to pay If I were bubo’s victim And you orchitis’ prey. [107]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 104

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…s And pox were like the cot. Our things would rub together ; We’d roger hell for leather Despite of gleet and tabes, Grey penis or green twat ; If clap were what the babe is And pox were like the cot. If I were what the turds are And love were like the arse. With double sound and single Delight our farts would mingle, With music filled as birds are That walk about the grass ; If I were what the turds arc And love were like the arse ! If you were crabs, my darling, And I your love a taenia ; We’d scratch and strain together My rubber and your le…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 140

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… I knew you it was stunning : I could toss off some twelve times running. My darling ! Now I am guiltless of a stand. Only thy arse, thy twat, thy hand, Thy lips could rouse me ; that were grand, My darling ! I cannot piss : I cannot shite. Come quickly to me, warm and white ! Well fuck like buggery all night, My darling ! Aye ! In your scented arms I’ll creep. “ Well grip and kiss : well laugh and weep. And fuck each other off to sleep, My darling ! And after, when I come to die, You’ll lift your hot lascivious thigh And squirt your spendings …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 119

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…spend. Some people, avoiding the coarse word, Describe it in roundabout fashion As quim, or as cat, or as spot, Or as oyster, or even as twat. But I call turd, turd (it’s a Norse word) ; So cunt figures cunt to my passion. Some people, avoiding the coarse word. Describe it in roundabout fashion. The clergy are partial to choir-boys ; I cannot approve of the taste. For I prefer feeling or fucking With occasional half-hours of sucking. [121]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 98

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…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, to the doctor spur : cure he Will, quickly blending Mercury Wi…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 121

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…owed 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 stuck To the hairs on a bugger-boy’s bottom. Gulped down a placenta : drank piss and Apenta, And said “ Now I think chat has got em ! ” He reserved every shot till the dinner was hot And the people of “ Sept ” were content.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 138

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ssed 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 : Stranger, hats off to the honoured name Of Micturating Mary ! ” [140]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 27

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…rm-pits, and Louis and Martin behind the ears. Laura had his tug-mutton to her own cheek, as the saying goes, for in truth her pox eaten twat en- gulfed it whole. His anus accommodated Norman, while Octavius, whose wimble, though vigorous, was minute, enjoyed his umbilicus. Peter and Quintus buggered his legs, and Robert and Samuel the bend of his knees. Maud, Nellie, Olga, Polly, Queenie and Rosie had the five toes and the heel of his left foot, while on his right were Sybil, Thais, Ursula, Vivien, Wilhelmina and Xanthippe ; Yvonne and Zelma w…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 35

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…re to that quim than may appear on the surface. Vast and cumbrous as it appeared, at the first glimpse of my juvenile and at no time big twat-teaser, she screwed up the jaws of her rat-trap so that I subsequently (as you shall hear) had the utmost difficulty in effecting a lodgement. You have not long to wait, for excited by the voluptuous spectacle she afforded, I rushed upon her with my plug, like a ravening and a roar- ing lion. She caught me in her black and hairy arms, and gently commenced to chew my tender lips and to mouth them with her …

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