Though my blue-blood erection may throb,
And go purple and red at the knob,
I will not touch an arse
Of the mercantile class:
I’m at bottom, a sexual snob!
Tag: rich
Well groomed
Upon seeing the mistress at table,
One wouldn’t imagine her able
Of fucking the groom,
Or that thing with his broom,
In the straw, on the floor of the stable!
Bells on her toes
Though she’s rich and has cash in large sums,
And wears rings on her fingers and thumbs,
Her transcendent delight
Is to sneak out at night,
For a tradesman-like fuck in the slums.
Sunday morning
In the front pew, throughout the long sermon,
The squire’s wife squirmed in her ermine.
She grimaced and twitched,
And she scratched where it itched:
It was plain she was crawling with vermin!
Opportunity knocks
As he burst in on Madam’s seclusion,
Said Jenkins, “Forgive my intrusion,
But cook’s run amuck,
And I thought we might fuck,
While the household is still in confusion.”
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.
Put in his place
Said Miss Vanderbilt, “Please, sir, no more!
I insist that you promptly withdraw!
I reserve my vagina
For something much finer
Than what may be done with a whore!”
Dissolute
I like ladies in satins and minks,
Fond of pouts and lascivious winks:
They’re so commonly bored,
And can gladly afford
To indulge in some decadent kinks!
A musical interlude
Only give a rich girl a free hand,
And your fuck will be splendid and grand:
She’ll arrange, when she comes,
For the beating of drums,
Trumpet fanfare, or whole damned brass band!
To the manner born
If not born to the manner, begin
By acquiring a taste for good gin,
And when plumbing the arse
Of a woman of class
Have a fellow to play violin.