A King cutting capers, sans robes to his a—e.
Nay, didn’t King David, proud p⸺e, I pray,
Spy Bathsheba’s bum on a sun-shiny day?
And has Parisot, yet, to so vile a pass come,
As to shew our King, what! what! her uncover’d bum?
Has K⸺n, crim. con. ’em, (chaste man o’-the law,)
Heard she cocks up one leg, and exhibits her flaw?
Let her cock up one leg as she stands, quoth old Q.,
When she’s down to please me, she must cock up her two.
T⸺w growl’d, knit his brows, bit his lip in a rage,