Posts tagged saucy-17th-century-poetry
A Satyr on Czar Blakely
April 11th, 2007
Apologies to the Earl of Rochester…
Poor Czar! thy prick, like thy buffoons at Court,
Will govern thee because it makes thee sport.
‘Tis sure the sauciest prick that e’er did swive,
The proudest, peremptoriest prick alive.
“I’ll finish when all of you think I’m finished.”
Agreed. Don’t let the door hit you on the arse on your way out, Ed.
