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The English
The English, I am told, like a firm grip
And ungentle upbraiding: they're bad boys,
Who need the brutal beating; as I sip
My tea, I contemplate these English joys
And wonder at their masculinity:
Old haunches marked and striped to engineer
Erections (that are often blue pill free);
As all that vice-Anglaise makes very clear,
They follow rules and share their fav'rite whip
Flogger, martinet or other tool
To bring them back to life; then they can slip
Their hardness in, so long as I can fool
Them with my foreign passion; and can learn
From English, who enjoy it when we're firm.
(With thanks to BCP for the idea)
And ungentle upbraiding: they're bad boys,
Who need the brutal beating; as I sip
My tea, I contemplate these English joys
And wonder at their masculinity:
Old haunches marked and striped to engineer
Erections (that are often blue pill free);
As all that vice-Anglaise makes very clear,
They follow rules and share their fav'rite whip
Flogger, martinet or other tool
To bring them back to life; then they can slip
Their hardness in, so long as I can fool
Them with my foreign passion; and can learn
From English, who enjoy it when we're firm.
(With thanks to BCP for the idea)
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