Sonnet #73 by FisherKingKQJ
Dear Dicky, my quick remedy can save
You from your gross auto erotic bane
The victim needn't be pushed to the grave
Or madhouse by unprovoked semen drain.
As in Health for the Manly I explain:
Excesses of hot youth are a disease.
Even of he men who in the gymn train,
Who lift above, drop big dumbbells with ease.
Your knickerbockers down you say felt queer;
In the pee jar sediment lies white fleece;
My diagnosis is: chronic spermorrhea.
Sip salix nigra three times daily, please.
If you send me ten pounds sterling, mister,
I won't blab your deeds to dad or sister.
{3D interactive chorus:}
If you send me ten pounds sterling, mister.
If you send me ten pounds sterling, pat.
If you send me ten pounds sterling, sir.
{Corrected rhythm and typeset 5/12/05.}