“Little fire between sheets, ”
George Washington confessed,
when it’s cold then nothing beats,
to give your sex-life zest,
a mistress who will keep sheets warm––
but keep her in a closet,
for some consider it bad form
a concubine to cosset.
Had men asked Martha Washington
“How is your sex-life? ” she
said not: “While Georgie Porgie’s gone
my sheets quite warm can be.”
The reason that she took no lover
to keep her sometimes merry
was heroism, providing cover
for him who cut her cherry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is nice poetry, nice history lesson.