From pleasure of the bed,
Dull as a worm,
His rod and its butting head
Limp as a worm,
His spirit that has fled
Blind as a worm.
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This is indeed a very dirty poem. I laughed and laughed. 'How delightful!', I said.
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This one reads as though it is the aftermath of a pleasurable experience. I had not read The Chambermaid's Second Song and this is a very simply put, yet very nicely done metaphor.
UB
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