Herrick The Gardener Likes It Poem by Glenn Bagshaw

No thrill if girls take off their clothes;
he lusts for look of full-bloomed Rose.
Long shapely legs, 'though stripped of socks,
lose out to tall, stalked hollyhocks.

Outdoors, grand sex seems just for needs
but it's all Onad: spilling seeds.
No purely airy girls, ; instead
he 's filthy and soils up the bed.

No loving vows to woo young flirt.
The truth! He likes to spread the dirt!
Nor are rigid ladies fit to wed.
It's low-down weeds that wisely spread.