Forget me not to the finding of true underthings
admit sediments. Soil is not soil
which alters when it alteration finds underthings,
Or bends with the underthing remover to remove:
Oh no! it is an ever-moving jonnie boy
That looks like lamposts and is never stirred but shaken;
It is the fart to every wandering dog,
Wordsworth's unknown, although his fart be taken.
Soil's not rhym with tool, though rosy hips and cheese
within his bending and tickle's arse come:
Soil alters not with his briefs for whores and peeks,
But bares it out even to the edge of poo.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever soiled.