Lovely boy, be not afraid
Thou may'st keep thine accolade.
Thy gentle gibes do not begin
To penetrate my leather skin
For, in the way of ancient biddies,
I'm far too busy strangling kiddies...

Ah, I'm in heaven--this thread has taken a turn toward herpes and child-strangling.

Ann, "facehole" is divine. Do you know the American idiom for kissing--"sucking face"?

Ann, I'm just glad that you wrote "kiddies" instead of "kitties."

We are getting some good stuff on this thread.

Aaron N.: "the child is strangled/by words already put to page"

Ann: "evil cherry"

Woohoo.

Then owls and bats,
Cowls and twats,
Monks and nuns in cloister’s moods,
Adjourn to the oak-stump pantry.

Browning, from Pippa Passes


The Poet Who Mistook His Hat for a Twat

Some balding nuns, their duties shirkin’,
Learned about the perfect merkin
When reading rhymes with wording quaint
(But no allusions to a saint)
That made them restless on their cots:
The poet traded hats for twats.

Ralph, you have pushed this thread to a whole new level. Thank you. It is unfortunate that, in a recent discussion of Pippa Passes on the Metrical Board, those lines were not quoted.

Thanks for your poem.

For "hats", read "bats". For "twats", read

https://bizarrevictoria.wordpress.co...06/nuns-twats/

So - nice take, Ralph.

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I've always had the sneaking feeling that 'Pippa passes' is a spoonerism for 'Papa pisses'.

Ann, thanks for the link. This is pretty old, but I can't believe I typed "hats" for "bats"--overwhelmed, I guess, by the twats/hats thing!

Jayne?.....

Yikes! So sorry, Ann (senior synaptic failure).