The Lady's Brothel 
            (to the tune "Nonesuch" also used for the "Lady"s Braisle")

            For She will bring the bugs in the Spring
            And laugh when She's deflowered.
            When She's in heat, She'll give you a treat,
            But you'll get disemboweled.
            She rots the grain and spreads ptomaine,
            When fruits of fall displease Her.
            The moons and suns all turn their buns
            In joint attempts to freeze Her.
                                                - by Steven Posch-Coward (1980)



                                                                                           1913