Welcome to my A to Zee,
A sinning tale of poetry.
These poets and these poetesses
Revealed in all their sex excesses.
So now you know, let us begin
To wallow in their endless sin,
Rakes and harlots, the odd tart.
Enough, it's time, let's make a start.
Arnold, Matthew was a cunt
A self-indulgent, obnoxious runt
Who'd rim your arse for twenty pee
Bollock laps thrown in for free.
Browning, Liz enjoyed the pole
Permanently stuffed in her arse hole.
She'd bob about it all the day
A squirming, self-abuse ballet.
Coleridge, Sam to all his friends,
Got by on sexual odds and ends.
A cock-let here, a twat-let there,
Whilst fingering his derriere.
Oh deary me, this is all quite anal,
And *whispers loudly* somewhat banal.
Dryden next, was an utter prig
Though fucked his sister with a twig.
A twig you cry, what complete tosh.
A stick maybe of genus lacrosse
Wielded by Ralph Waldo E
Pummelled into poor Ms D.
'A cheating rhyme' I hear you sob,
So tell us about Rob Frost's knob.
A veiny, gnarly, lumpen muscle
And balls resembling sprouts of brussel.
Ginsberg, Allen jism receives
Whilst crawling around on his knees.
The bukkake queen of the poets, beat.
Each heated spurt a semen treat.
Seamus Heaney, now what a fella.
Would fuck whilst singing a capella.
Tone deaf voice, an awful lay,
All nasal snorts and spittle spray.
Ibsen, Henrik the Norwegian prude
Danced beneath fir trees in the nude,
His giant member a metronome,
Arm thick muscle and shiny dome.
Johnson, Ben for a special treat
Loved nothing more than kissing feet,
Adoring lips attending toes,
Dribbling and drooling with snuffling nose.
Keats, John lived the cuckold's dream.
His wife employed a fucking team
To keep her busy day and night,
Whilst wanking John enjoys the sight.
Longfellow always wants his mature.
Saggy tits he doth adore,
A well-used cunt is his ideal,
Sloppy about his rod of steel.
Milton, John devout and pious,
Was accustomed to vaginal dryness.
Religious pussy nice and tight,
His mighty sword oft did smite.
Neruda, Pablo cheerleaders adored,
