Submissions by Neverlander

Some time ago in London town
There stood a roomy manse
That sheltered boys of Wednesday's woe
And straightened circumstance.

They were the children of despair
Late rescued from the streets,
To live in warmth and comfort now
And sleep between soft sheets.

The mistress of this house of bliss,
Whose name was Mother Maude,
Before conversion seized her soul
Had been a lusty bawd.

She knew the evils men can do,
She knew the nasty tricks
That men resort to when they must
Seek pleasure for their pricks.

So Maude, on...