A Satyre On Charles Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCAAADDEEFFGGCCGGH IJJGGJKKJJAA| In th' isle of Britain long since famous grown | A |
| For breeding the best cunts in Christendom | B |
| There reigns and oh long may he reign and thrive | C |
| The easiest King and best bred man alive | C |
| Him no ambition moves to get reknown | A |
| Like the French fool that wanders up and down | A |
| Starving his people hazarding his crown | A |
| Peace is his aim his gentleness is such | D |
| And love he loves for he loves f cking much | D |
| Nor are his high desires above his strength | E |
| His scepter and his prick are of a length | E |
| And she may sway the one who plays with th' other | F |
| And make him little wiser than his brother | F |
| Poor Prince thy prick like thy buffoons at court | G |
| Will govern thee because it makes thee sport | G |
| 'Tis sure the sauciest prick that e'er did swive | C |
| The proudest peremptoriest prick alive | C |
| Though safety law religion life lay on 't | G |
| 'Twould break through all to make its way to cunt | G |
| Restless he rolls about from whore to whore | H |
| A merry monarch scandalous and poor | I |
| To Carwell the most dear of all his dears | J |
| The best relief of his declining years | J |
| Oft he bewails his fortune and her fate | G |
| To love so well and be beloved so late | G |
| Yet his dull graceless bollocks hang an arse | J |
| This you'd believe had I but time to tell ye | K |
| The pains it costs to poor laborious Nelly | K |
| Whilst she employs hands fingers mouth and thighs | J |
| Ere she can raise the member she enjoys | J |
| All monarchs I hate and the thrones they sit on | A |
| From the hector of France to the cully of Britain | A |
John Wilmot
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