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.

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Lord John Wilmot

Lord John Wilmot

Oxfordshire / England
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