If I haven’t heard a word in ten years, assume you’re dead
Or guest of the Feds
Or cultivated a better class of friends
Not mad, tip the hat, fingers don’t touch the brim
Lid don’t touch my naps
Andy Capp, go ’head, pencil him in
Last one standin’, what he scream in the wind
At the end, at-at the end
“Be not thou so foolish nice,
As to be intreated twice;
What should women more incite
Than their own sweet appetite?
Shall savage things more freedom have
Than nature unto women gave?
The swan, the turtle, and the sparrow
Bill awhile, then take the marrow.
They bill, they kiss, what else they do
Come bill, and kiss, and I’ll show you.”
Anonymous | “Invitation to Dalliance”