Sonnet #70 by FisherKingKQJ
Dull is this work with posser and dolly stick,
And frills, goffers, pleats invite box iron singe.
I had more fun sucking a boozed gent's dick,
Or twingeing rasping goatee on my minge.
The matron was a shoulder to cry on:
She said domestic work might be my reprieve-
I've options, now: ball iron, egg iron, sleeve iron
For smoothing out bonnet, bustle and sleeve.
True: I've studied Mrs Beeton's dirty laundry.
True: I was impure, lewd, low and discreet
But the small world has left me in a quandary:
What if the needs of a client's wife I meet?
Do you think I'll get some work reference
From gentlemen who paid me pretty pence?
{3D interactive chorus:}
From gentlemen who paid me pretty pence?
From gentlemen who paid me pretty dosh?
From gentlemen who paid me pretty lolly?