Hithertofore if thou hast been by the bed-
Side of one that's betwixt life and death--
For whose state even a flinty heart bled--
Who for his dire health under his breath
Could barely speak and as Job the finest meal
Loathed for his circumstances was yonder food
And on top no pleasantness more did he feel;
Thou, meseems, in thine melancholy mood
    Might this in thy heart ponder:
To the Christian and to the atheist
To the high and to the fellow low
To the worshipper and to the priest
To the fast fella and to the slow
To the fool and to the very wise
To the seeker of hell and paradise--
   If you're not inured, more you'd wonder
Of such that's beyond the mercy of medicine,
Though not heaven that cleanses away man's sin--
   With one destiny shall all men be met:
   One birth . . . one life . . . one death.

Behind closed doors the thing,
       My lovely chirpy dolly,
    You and I have wrought
    Is now being openly seen
    In thine protruding belly.

Blood, ***** it not, this bug,
But away doth it sap the strength
Upon the mat during a chaste merriment
Any time loves sacred feast is had,
When the flesh is stark, raving mad
Its oats to get as bodies cut a rug.

That summer day afore I did depart:
Like those merchant ships of Tarshish
Which sailed not once from their home port
Were my words affectionate to that dish,
They never my mouth left to her ears forth,
Failing her feelings as a buckleless belt
A sagging trouser. Though cold feet I felt
Nay; howbeit it's for her squeamish heart.
Yet I, beholding her supine in her pink bikini
On the beach with a lollipop, was musing honey.

Once of a bride was I by a belle informed;
Who, on the very night of their honeymoon
Upon sighting her groom's dower, screamed
And would not let him in for his ***** boon,
Until she's taken thru the script the following
Morn by her parson's wife in cool counselling.

Many things in morals and etiquette do
Parents their children ever and anon teach
Except on this single unfolding issue
Will they falter to them plainly preach:
The act of marriage in its detailed image,
Cause it's found nay on their nurturing page.

An African mother will quiver her girl to lecture,
For instance, in the subject under review,
But will leave it to the Omniscient Nature
To instruct her like cry to a curlew.
So the bride's mom will not to her say:
This is how you should roll in the hay.

Neither will a father his son likewise tell
Explicitly of this duty--this too I know--
How to make his led-to-the-altar angel
Fly on cloud nine during their maiden show.
My pa never me of this nuptial scene told,
How in bed my lady I should stylishly hold.

Yet instinct, that great ancient teacher,
The green Adam and ****** Eve taught
On man's debut moment of ecstasy ever,
And did lead him to her piquant spot,
Whilst one another they caressed for affection,
Premiering for all couples conjugal copulation.

And the animals who do not the wisdom
Of man have, even every diminutive creature,
How each by divine smarts in their kingdom--
Like the fish in the sea of their rapture--
Do with themselves mate with none
Giving them tutorials nor showing them ****!

To close this up where it had first started:
The *iyawo after the pending deed was done,
As it should betwixt man and wife, delighted
Was and with glowing warmth did thence burn
In the hearth of her *ókò with ultra joy,
Who at the beginning of performance was coy.

Much it wafts into my nose
     The smell strong of your perfume,
      Filling the well-appointed room
       Up with the fragrance of rose.
How well-scented art thou, my dear dame!
And stronger and sweeter still is thy foxy frame.

Everything fashioned He perfect and good:
Every animal, creeping thing, fish and bird.
And over them all in a delirious mood
He created man and made him their lord--
To dress and keep Eden--those to name.
And so it was, whatever he did proclaim.

Albeit man the crown of God's creation
Became the Almighty's lone sorrow:
For his heart with many an evil invention
Was filled, constantly and vehemenly so.

It grieved God thus that He'd formed him--
Who was His likeness--His creation's cream.