Poems found: 14
FORNICATION IS A FILTHY BUSINESS
GOOD GOD, WHAT A NIGHT THAT WAS
IT IS NOT THE SHRINES OF THE GODS, NOR THE POWERS OF
SHORT AND DIRTY, IS ALL THE FUN OF IT
THAT NIGHT WILL LONG DELIGHT US, NEALCE
WAKING, MY EYES, AND IN THE NIGHT
WHY DO YOU FROWN ON ME, YOU PURITANS
FRAGMENT OF PETRONIUS, PARAPHRASED
MAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET