Jumbling extravagent notions
Of propriety, taming
The leering lusts that feed
Beneath such clothing
Was the grandfather of these
Who the ladies accost;
Their unvarying technique
On these ladies not lost;
Who to their indifference
And to my felicity
Have retained not grand-dames'
Fond insecurity.
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