Portsmouth's Looking Glass Poem by Lord John Wilmot
Portsmouth's Looking Glass
Rating: ★2.9
Methinks I see you, newly risen
From your embroider'd Bed and pissing,
With studied mien and much grimace,
Present yourself before your glass,
To vanish and smooth o'er those graces,
You rubb'd off in your Night Embraces.
Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: risen
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