Anonymous - Pearl

Made his fountain of love's bason to play.

Then take my advice, ye old cocks of the game,

Whenever you find your wild passions grown tame,

Get a wig made of hair from the spot ye all prize,

And in spite of your prudence your pego will rise.

ACROSTIC.

Come father dear! now lay your body down

Upon your daughter's naked belly white,

Now raptures soon shall our embraces crown;

This is the only road to true delight!

I know the lessons I have learnt from you,

Sweet lessons in the flowerY paths of love!

Sure I'll remember all I ought to do,

When I am under and you are above!

Enter at once, dear father, to my bower,

Each movement of your prick will give me bliss!

'Tis joy to me to know I have the power,

With you to share sweet rapture such as this!

How often you have praised my cunt's tight grip!

Each time you fuck 'tis better than the last!

Now from my cunt your prick will never slip!

Your legs and mine entwined shall keep it fast!

Only a father's love such joy can give,

United thus, forever I could live!

Nor envy those who boast a husband's love.

Give me always this prick, I ne'er will rove,

And never wish for any other man.

No prick with this, I'm certain, can compare!

Does it not take both of my hands to span?

Then what a wealth he has of curly hair!

Each morn upon my cunt his burning kisses fall,

Night after night his tongue enters my quim so small.

Do it again, papa, I can't forbear to call,

Even my mother laughs and says: "My husband dear,

Ram in your prick at once, and end this wild career."

THE WEDDING NIGHT.

When John and Sue had tied the nuptial bands,

Like ardent lovers, join'd their hearts and hands,

Hymen prepared his torch to bless the two

And in them centered his peculiar care.

The blissful hour arriv'd, Sue to his bed

By buxom damsels joyfully was led;

One with officious hands her stays unlac'd,

While standers-by extoll'd her lessening waist;

Her garters some with eagerness untied,

And all by turns were variously employ'd.

Susan, with bashful modesty array'd,

Like to a prudent and virtuous maid,

Now plac'd in bed, these dubious thoughts arose:

"I fear this night I'll have no repose;

To bed with man; methinks is vastly odd,

Tho' matrimony was ordain'd by God.

Oh, how my virgin frame will shake with fear,

When am'rous John in glowing hopes draws near;

If my fair front to his I shall incline,

And all my blooming charms at once resign,

He'll say I'm bold and turn his head aside,

And think he's purchas'd a lascivious bride.

To him, my parts posterior if I turn,

He'll charge me with indecency and scorn—

But here he comes — Oh, how shall I behave,

To show myself his true and faithful slave?

A medium I'll observe, fall which way it will;

Of his fair Susan John won't take it ill,

And 'that I no apology may lack.

I'm e'en resolved to lie upon my back."

GOD SAVE QUEEN CUNT.

God save our great Cunt! our Queen!

For ever may she reign,

Supreme o'er all!

Her praises we will sound,

True bliss in her is found,

She long ago was crowned,

Queen of the world!

Adam in Eden's bowers,

With choicest fruits and flowers,

Felt all alone!

Only his prick to frig,

When it was hard and big,

Till he felt with fatigue

Weary and worn!

Our Queen saw his distress,

And swift to his redress

From heaven she came.

Told him her name was Eve,

And asked him to believe

That she would relieve

Prick's burning flame!

Adam at once replied:

"For something I have sighed,

I knew not what!

This cunt you show to me,

New strength puts into me,

And yet it seems to me,

My prick's more hot!"

Great Cunt, our Queen, then said:

"On this bank in the shade

I will lay down.

Put your prick in the slit,

Never fear the tight fit,

Push, and it will admit,

Your cock so brown!

Up and down move your bum,

In which I'll put my thumb,

To keep good time!

Shove your cock in and out,

Until from his blunt snout

The sperm shall madly spout,

'Tis bliss divine!"

Can I describe our Queen?

Her beauties must be seen

To be well known.

Lips that are lecherous,

Perfect and amorous,

And odoriferous!

This is her crown!

You will find her great chink,

Lined with skin quite pink,

God bless Queen Cunt!

Never in man or beast,

Will you find such a feast,

If with your tongue you taste

Her juicy cunt!

Emp'rors and kings bow down

To her power and renown,

Queen Cunt they love!

Their pricks with joy they push

Into her hairy bush,

And with a furious rush

With joy they shove!

The Pope of Rome, I know,

Cunt's claims cannot forgo,

But owns her sway!

Cardinal, monk and priest,

From greatest to the least,

All love her luscious feast,

Both night and day!

Mankind of every race,

Where'er their dwelling place,

Get the stiff prick.

Chinese or Negromen,

Zulus or Englishmen,

Irish or American,

Love Cunt's sweet nick!

Ever since Adam's day

Cunt has maintained her sway

Over the world!

Never by piety,

Or any dignity,

From her authority

Has she been hurled!

Cunt's greatest foe has been,

One that is quite obscene:

A tight arse-hole!

Conquered now is this foe,

Perfect his overthrow!

In sight he dares not show,

To save his soul!

God save great Cunt, our Queen,

Let her throne be between

Sweet woman's thighs!

And may the curling hair,

Gracefully clustering there,

Man's pego still ensnare,

Until he dies!