Sonnet #67 by FisherKingKQJ
I'm one of the grubby Magdalen lasses
Who troll and game Durham st for a lay:
Behind a warehouse full of molasses,
Amidst the privies, the barrels, or on a dray.
For brown felt bowler hats or pince nez
My taffeta petticoat and sweeper
Go up, my satin boots, my thighs splay:
Anonymous ruts are faster or deeper.
Apart from a drayman who's a peeper
They're all just tweed trousers and lemon gloves,
They shudder and faint for the Grim Reaper,
Such is the chemistry twixt me and my loves.
A shilling buys a cut plug of opium-
A tamp beyond society's oppobrium.
{3D interactive chorus:}
A tamp beyond society's oppobrium.
A tamp beyond society's condemnation.
A tamp beyond society's denunciation.