IN the Isle of Great @3Britain@1 long since famous known, For breeding the best C[ully] in @3Christendom@1; There reigns, and long may he reign and thrive, The easiest Prince and best bred Man alive: Him no ambition moves to seek Renown, Like the @3French@1 Fool to wander up and down, Starving his Subjects, hazarding his Crown. Nor are his high desires above his strength, His Scepter and his P -- are of a length, And she that plays with one may sway the other, And make him little wiser than his Brother. I hate all Monarchs and the Thrones they sit on, From the Hector of @3France@1 to the Cully of @3Britain.@1 Poor Prince, thy P -- like the Buffoons at Court, It governs thee, because it makes thee sport; Tho' Safety, Law, Religion, Life lay on't, 'Twill break through all to it's way to C --. Restless he rolls about from Whore to Whore, A merry Monarch, scandalous and poor. To @3Carewell@1 the most Dear of all thy Dears, The sure relief of thy declining Years; Oft he bewails his fortune and her fate, To love so well, and to be lov'd so late; For when in her he settles well his T --, Yet his dull graceless Buttocks hang an Arse. This you'd believe, had I but time to tell you, The pain it costs to poor laborious @3Nelly,@1 While she employs Hands, Fingers, Lips and thighs, E'er she can raise the Member she enjoys. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. DIET by JOHN ARMSTRONG SCARABAEUS SISYPHUS by MATHILDE BLIND A DREAM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BLACK OAKS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE THANKSGIVING FOR AMERICA by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH ON MY WEDDING DAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |