Like their mother,
Gullible,convincing and irresistible.
Bending the mind of credulous Adam,
Fig leaves he resorted to,</p>
Tiller of the earth he became. </p>
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Tiller of the earth have many become,</p>
Gunmen have many become,</p>
High and dry have many become,</p>
Accolades to the daughters of eve. </p>
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Skimpy scanty they dandify themselves,</p>
Leaving their nudity to easy figuration.</p>
Our blood goes hot</p>
Like an iron in the fire,</p>
Stirring tempestuous feelings,</p>
And our thoughts, bed! bed!! bed!!!</p>
Though we keenly strive to</p>
Bring the "trojanity" of our horse</p
To subjugation, but all too often,</p>
We flog a dead horse.</p>
For what is bone without flesh? </p>
These daughters of eve,</p>
Lasting while our purchasing power lasts,</p>
Only to elope with a better offer</p>
In our period of recession.</p>
It is hard to say, who is in the brothel and who is
not.</p>
O the Victorian age,</p>
Chastity like virgin marry,</p>
Decency and innocence</p>
Where are thou? </p>
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