May I assume your ladyship waits
To be serviced before high noon?
If we off and toddle to bed right now
You may conclude your lust quite soon
Do I infer my Noble Sir
That ye seek companionship now?
Is it me ye seek to share your bed
Or wud it suffice a cow?
May I presume my dear madame
Your chatty lugubrious prattle
Betrays your lonely look of love
And desire to be my chattel?
Sir, your ubiquitous pomp and puffery
Could lay waste to my haste today
You'll be left with a swell in yur britches
A considerable price to pay
Madame, I now deduce that very soon
You may kick me in the shin
And kindly find me a big buffoon
Your company for me to win
I do presume Sir Buffoon
That you have won me square
I'll climb the stairs and take off my clothes
You will find me there
Ray Andrews
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lust-of-olde-i/
