Stocks, And Shares!

I lay accused
Of much saucy sorcery
A comique travesty
Of injustice
Of lying with a mate
Of a wiccan witch
My plea lay before me
And yaye
Verily didst i say
He limply didst try
To have his way
And much awkwardness
Dids't follow
But i was much revolted
And disinclined to enjoy
As i was not the type
To have such sauciness
With any kind of boy
As he limply did
Try to lay
But was unable
Under such a fine table
To put on
Any kind of display
Where-in his goodly wife interjected
And saying i spoke troth
As he was so oft
To try any available broth
Where-in he was put in stocks
And was allowed
To keep on his socks
And i was duly cleared at the bench
And thereafter had frolics
With his goodly wiccan wench
For we were both thesbians
Or something of that ilk
And shared many a moment
Of curdling our milk

by Jemia