March 29, 1865. Vol. 1. No. 26. Page 1
Don’t think that I’m particular,
If I should humbly state.
The sort of ladies that I love,
And ditto, ditto ha----;
For, believe me, dearest reader,
I am not hard to please,
But—really—yes, I love the ones
That you can kiss and sq----,
Oh, yes, indeed, I am quite fond
Of those who kiss and sq----.
I love the ones, God bless their souls!
Who have a winning grace,
And what is more, I love the same
That own a pretty fa--;
And if with pleasing features, they
Should rosy be with health,
I’d love them more, And Better Still
If they had mines of we----,
Oh, yes, I’d love them fonder still,
If they had untold we----.
And if with a heart to love me;
They should be fair and young,
‘Twould better please me, And Yet More
Could each control her to----;
For women should a blessing be,
Worth more than gems or gold,
Yet, where would be man’s happiness,
Linked with a pretty sc----?
Oh, where would be his peace of mind,
Bound to a perfect scold----?
I do not love those always grave,
Or ditto ditto glad,
I am not fond of those “too good,”
Nor those so dreadful ba--:
But those I love who suit their ways
To my oft-changing mood,
Who on the sly, will give a kiss,
Yet not be whispered ru----,
Yes, those who give a hearty kiss,
And yet are not ru----,
Now don’t think I’m particular,
I’m far from being that,
Yet best I love the Petite Ones
And not the ladies fa----,
I am not fond of stately ones,
For once I got so bothered;
One kissed me in a drawing room,
Until I nearly sm------,
Yes, bless me, but I really thought
That I was being sm-----!