I poop’d her behind, but no Body see’t,
And she prov’d ne’er the worse for my using.
T. B.
Underwritten.
Ungrateful Wretch, thou’rt scarcely fit to live,
Much less such Favours worthy to receive.
A greater Curse than leading Apes in Hell,
The Fool deserves, that dares to kiss and tell.
On the next Pane.
Dear Madam, pray dont let your Anger abound,