A Dirty Pair

OF SWEET GARDENIAS

Of sweet gardenias
The lassie smelt
As I knelt beside
The svelte little Celt
Where on her knee
My hand briefly dwelt
Before it slid upward
Until it felt her pelt

LET ME DINE ON IMMORAL-FLESH

Let me dine on immoral-flesh
So readily on display
Let me sup on the promiscuous
Who will let me have my way
Let me exorcise my desires
On the willing assets of the age
Let me use them and abuse them
While they brazenly assuage
Let me chose from the buffet
One who will eagerly delight
It takes very little effort
If you do the thing right
Just start at Wetherspoons
On almost any given night