Written in New York and doubtless all the more cosmopolitan for it.
My Love
My love is noble as a Shropshire pig,
Fit as a flounder, cunning as a bat.
My love goes smoothly as an alley cat,
Is contumacious as a judge's wig.
My love treads nimbly as an Irish jig,
Bright and coruscant as a bowler hat,
Mince as a mouse, yet rampant as a rat
Proud as a peanut, sexy as a fig.
Should you presume to doubt, I say you lie.
I fling it in your teeth. My blood runs red.
My temper is on fire. How you shall sob,
Yeah, shake and shit with fear until you die.
A stinking sewer then shall be your bed,
Where jackals howl and festering felons rob.
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