Madame I deduced full morn in bloome <br />And consequens'd much brighter day <br />With thy petticoats amiss and my britches unhitched <br />You rightly led the way <br /> <br />Prithee Buffoon, My Dear Sir Buffoon <br />I adjudge yer logic has err <br />Twas much to fast with finish quick <br />Hardly to be considered fair <br /> <br />A very sharp blade my Dear Madame! <br />With prattle unheard of here <br />With tittly tattle questions of service <br />My prowess for I have no fear <br /> <br />Twice a Buffoon My Dear Sir Buffoon <br />Your proclivity to serve me well <br />Failed forthwith in it's effect <br />When on my bed ye fell <br /> <br />Perhaps Madame just recompense paid <br />To wit I could be led <br />To your just end be serviced <br />A reciprocity on thy bed <br /> <br />Aye Sir Buffoon but be aware <br />About there is new game <br />If thy cannon be off and away too soon <br />Ye'll be knighted with that name <br /> <br />Your assurance madame is made in full <br />Conclude ye will be led afar <br />In the second act I shall not be <br />Hoisted by my own petar<br /><br />Ray Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lust-of-olde-ii-afterglow/
