Classic Poem

My muse so sweet,
A song complete,
Bid echo sound symphonious;
And trill away
A melting lay
Which rival may
The kissing Bonefonius;

My passion's hot
As pepper-pot,
Or brandy mix'd with ginger!
The ardent fire
Of my desire,
Should I come nigh her
I really think would singe her!

My little love!
My duck! my dove!
Yield! yield to my caresses!
O let me glue
My lips to you
Till black and blue,
With rapture's sweet excesses!

While gods look down,
With envy frown,
At such uncommon blisses;
Dame Juno leers,
Jove tells his peers
He'd give his ears
For such an hour as this is!

Sweet nymph forbear,
To rave and tear,
Cease, cease your prude-like flirting.
To love begin,
Nor care a pin;
A little sin
There is but little hurt in!

If you assail,
With tooth and nail,
I'll kiss so much the longer!
And should you fight,
And scratch and bite,
Like fury quite,
I'll kiss so much the stronger!

While gods look down,
With envy frown
On such uncommon blisses;
Dame Juno leers,
Jove tells his peers
He'd give his ears
For such an hour as this is!

Now tug and squeeze!
Now whine and wheeze!
Now let me smack you fairly!
O squeeze! O tug!
O smack! O hug!
(Humbúg! humbúg!)
O rarely!—Oh! how rarely!!!

While gods look down,
With envy frown,
On such uncommon blisses;
Dame Juno leers,
Jove tells his peers
He'd give his ears
For such an hour as this is!

Good reader, since
You stare and wince
At this our dainty ditty,
With aspect bluff,
Exclaim enough
Of this sad stuff!
Which moves my spleen and pity;

I'll even stop,
And shut up shop,
For female ware is brittle;
But would you wish
To taste a dish
Of tainted fish,
Go, read the songs of Little!