The Prudish Minstrel Poem by James Harris

Take this coin and sing me a song
I just pray you don't make it to long
Make it last as long as the wine in my cup
Or last until that pretty lass will come up

Her smile's intent looks a bit more than kind
To not see her wiles you'd have to be blind.
Come now Minstrel, I am seeking no Bride
Just her willing flesh and her strong backside.

What kind of Minstrel is so easily shocked?
I assure you that her morals aren't so locked.
Watch her spin round and twirl in the that dance
The more that we watch I get tight in the pants.

So come take this coin and sing loud and clear
Sing a note or two to bring the lass over here.
Undercover of night I'll feel her embrace
Then from there match her breathing for pace.

Come now Minstrel why such the prude?
Your prissy manner is coming off rude.
I'll just keep my coin, there goes your pay
I'll take the sweet girl for a roll in the hay.

Now dear Minstrel, there is no need to pout
The girl will be mine there is no doubt.
All it takes is a sweet tongue and some time
Away dear Minstrel for I've finished my wine!