He hath become a Lord among us peasants then
A well used bed he lined with pleasant men
And eyes he batted at the ladies in court
His tennis balls they bounced for sport

And here he came again at leisure
A heady mistress mixture of pleasure
He dove her depths digging for treasure
She rose to meet him measure for measure

A man he won at the slaver
His endurance will never flag nor waver
Slow tongue dancing, one must savor
A delicious man of finest flavor
The knight of the beast with two backs
Oft called Lothario until jealousy attacks
O dear anointed priest of the mattress sacks
He makes up with wit for the strength he lacks


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