We'll go no more a-shagging, a TR spoof

[Tragic Rabbit]

We?ll go no more a-shagging

(with apologies to Lord Byron 1788-1824: http://www.bartleby.com/101/599.html)

So, we?ll go no more a-shagging

So late and through the night,

Though my lust it be not flagging,

And your baldrick be as tight.

For the sword outwears its sheath,

Weary dicks they doth protest,

And a guy must pause to breathe,

Desire itself have rest.

Though the night be made for screwing,

And the day returns too soon,

Overuse was our undoing-

Give me a call in June.

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[Guest rusticmonk86]

i didn't like the end

[Tragic Rabbit]

Well, gee whiz.

What I did was take a somewhat suggestive, old poem and make it more obviously sexual...including the anti-romantic last line. I thought it a nice contrast to Byron's original and tribute, too, as that's one of my all-time favorite poems.

TR