The Boudoir No. 2

AFFAIRS IN GREECE

Affairs in Greece have caused some ire,

And fat's been thrown into the fire;

To sing my song I will begin,

For remember, mine's not a case of tin.

In fashion's great Belgravia

Lived a voluptuous cookey dear,

Amongst her beaus who were the don,

Was butler James and footman John;

Now John meant marriage, that be sure,

But James meant stuff, and nothing more.

The cook knew this, and tho' sweet upon the butler,

She gammoned the modest with the other.

To the pantry every day 'tis clear,

Voluptuous cookey used to repair,

Tho' a novel place for such a treat,

Twas there James used to spit cook's meat.

One day the footman wanting cook,

About the house in vain did look;

Altho' he no suspicion bore,

At length he knocked at the pantry door, The cook let in the flunkey dear, The butler hid in the pantry near.

John grew quite bold, he'd had some lush, And began to finger cookey's plush, The cook resisted all she could — She'd acquaint her mistress, that she would.

John heeded her not, but slackened his smalls, And gave her a taste of his forced meat balls.

"Oh, don't," says she, "oh, don't, oh lor'!

You're going where no one's been afore!"

When the butler roars with lungs of brass -

'Then I'm damn'd if he aint going up your arse!"