The sitting

Lady Swandown agreed to be painted:
“By art,” she said, “one can’t be tainted.”
She gladly posed nude,
But refused to be screwed,
And yet was, when he flashed, and she fainted.

Plummy

I’ve a penchant for lasses whose mums
Make them speak with a mouthful of plums,
Who wear tight skirts and heels,
Which nicely reveals
The sway of their silken-smooth bums.

The price

He dismissed both the butler and maid,
And he pulled down the living-room shade.
He said “Sit by the fire.
Come, lift your skirt higher.
You know, dear, how well you’ll be paid!”

Room service

Should one’s butler or footman intrude
In a room where one’s wife’s being screwed,
He should promptly withdraw,
Closing also the door,
So madame may, in private, conclude.

The unexpected

Lady Wentworth, just back from the hunt,
Was assailed with an instrument blunt,
With such strength and such force,
She could not sit a horse
On the region that suffered the brunt!

Hitchcock

From the stable-yard’s deepening gloom
Lady Sarah, with cheeks all abloom,
Came with clothing skewiff,
Whilst with organ still stiff,
In the shadows lurked Hitchcock, the groom!

Puppy love

The young lady who lives in the Grange,
For her hounds has a passion quite strange:
She does things with her beagle
Distinctly illegal,
And has, says her house-maid, the mange!