Mister Pidcock, a dissolute type,
Sipped his pint, puffed his old briar pipe,
Watched the girls in the square…
“Like to have that one there,”
He thought… “Pretty, plump chested and ripe!”
Tag: dissolute
The rake’s progress
With the dissolute ways he’d espoused,
He dressed rakishly, gambled, caroused.
He’d squeeze tits, pat and rub
Wenches’ cunts at the pub;
Codpiece bulging the more, when aroused!