Please don't burn our shit-house down,
Mother has promised to pay.
Father's away on the ocean wave,
And sister's in the family way,
Brother dear has gonorrhea,
And times is fucking hard.
So please don't burn our shit-house down,
Or we'll all have to shit in the yard.
Notes
Composition date is unknown. The lyrical form of this poem is abcb.
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I don't see how this fits in the category "erotica". There's an interesting twist in the rhythm that cuts across the rhyme scheme in lines 4 and 5.
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