You've got two birthday threads, eh? You greedy jobber you.
A birthday poem:
Letitia has a large one, and so has cousin Luce
Eliza has a small one, though large enough for use.
Beneath a soft and glossy curl, each Lass has one in front
To find it in an animal, you at the tail must hunt.
There's none on a hermaphrodite, nor on a mermaid too,
Alinestra Covelia has got two of them, if what she writes rings true.
(and it does, by Jove )
It's used by all in nuptial bliss, in carnal pleasures found,
Destroy it, life becomes extinct, the world becomes a sound.
Lasciviousness here has its root, harlots its use apply
Without it, love has never been, and even lust would die.
Now tell me what this wonder is - but pause before you guess it.
If you are Mother, Maid, or Man, I swear you don't possess it.
[If you're really stumped there's an easily Googled answer.]
A birthday poem:
Letitia has a large one, and so has cousin Luce
Eliza has a small one, though large enough for use.
Beneath a soft and glossy curl, each Lass has one in front
To find it in an animal, you at the tail must hunt.
There's none on a hermaphrodite, nor on a mermaid too,
Alinestra Covelia has got two of them, if what she writes rings true.
(and it does, by Jove )
It's used by all in nuptial bliss, in carnal pleasures found,
Destroy it, life becomes extinct, the world becomes a sound.
Lasciviousness here has its root, harlots its use apply
Without it, love has never been, and even lust would die.
Now tell me what this wonder is - but pause before you guess it.
If you are Mother, Maid, or Man, I swear you don't possess it.
[If you're really stumped there's an easily Googled answer.]
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