Is constructed with extraordinary care,
And what at first appears to be a simple little cavity
Is really an elaborate affair.
Now doctors of distinction have examined these phenomena
On numbers of experimental dames,
And classified the organs of the feminine abdomina
And given them delightful Latin names.
There’s the vulva, the vagina, and the jolly perineum,
And the hymen in the case of many brides;
There are many other gadgets you would love if you could see’em
The clitoris and lots of things besides.
So isn’t it a pity when we common people chatter
Of the mysteries to which I have referred,
We should use for such a delicate and complicated matter
Such a short and unattractive little word.
I FEEL, TO RELIEVE THE POSSIBILITY OF BEING TOO SERIOUS, AND BY SO DOING LOSING AN AUDIENCE, I FEEL THE INCLUSION OF A MODICUM OF VULGARITY TO BE ESSENTIAL. THE ABOVE 20TH CENTURY ANONYMOUS POEM IS HARDLY VULGAR, BUT THE ONE BELOW PROBABLY IS…
Oh, my darling Flo
Oh my darling Flo,I love you so,
When you wear your low-cut nightie;
And when the moonlight flits
Across your tits…
Oh, Jesus Christ Almighty!
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Filth, glorious filth!
And filth typed out by my own delicate hand, I might add…
IRA MAINE, POETRY EDITOR