English poem
V
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
Sometimes I do frame myself to be lame, And when a Coach comes, I hop to my game; We seldom miscarry, or never do marry, By the Gown, Common-Prayer, or Cloak-Directory; But Simon and Susan, like Birds of a Feather They kiss, and they laugh, and so jumble together; Like Pigs in the Pea-straw, intangled they lie, Till there they beget such a bold rogue as I.