Portsmouths Looking Glass

Lord John Wilmot

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.

(C) Lord John Wilmot
03/06/2017

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