Post by offramp on Jan 17, 2019 15:46:41 GMT
From the anonymous magazine The Pearl, which appeared in London in 1879-80.
Do not read if you are easily offended.
As a Brother of old, from his Lodge was returning,
He called on his sweetheart, with 1ove he was burning,
He wanted some favours, says she, 'not so free,
Unless you reveal your famed secrets to me.'
'Agreed - 'tis a bargain - you must be prepared,
Your legs well exposed, your bosom all bared,
Then hoodwinked and silent, says she, 'I'll be mum,
In spite of the poker you'll clap on my bum.'
To a chamber convenient his fair charge he bore,
Placed her in due form, having close tyled the door,
Then presented the points of his sharp Instrumentis,
And the Lady was soon made an 'Entered Apprentice'.
His working tools next to her gaze he presented,
To improve by them seriously she then consented,
And handled his jewels, his gavel and shaft,
That she in a jiffy was passed 'Fellow Craft'.
She next wanted raising, says he, 'there's no urgency,'
She pleaded that his was a case of emergency,
His column looked to her in no way particular,
But she very soon made it assume perpendicular.
He used all his efforts to raise the young elf,
But found he required much raising himself;
The task was beyond him, Oh! Shame and disaster,
He broke down his charge, and she became Master.
Exhausted and faint, still no rest could betide him,
For she like a glutton soon mounted astride him,
'From refreshment to labour,' says she, 'let us march.'
Says he, 'you're exalted - you are now Royal Arch.'
In her zeal for true knowledge, no labour, no shirking,
His jewels and furniture constantly working,
By night and by day, in the light or the dark,
With pleasure her lover she guides to the Mark.
Do not read if you are easily offended.
As a Brother of old, from his Lodge was returning,
He called on his sweetheart, with 1ove he was burning,
He wanted some favours, says she, 'not so free,
Unless you reveal your famed secrets to me.'
'Agreed - 'tis a bargain - you must be prepared,
Your legs well exposed, your bosom all bared,
Then hoodwinked and silent, says she, 'I'll be mum,
In spite of the poker you'll clap on my bum.'
To a chamber convenient his fair charge he bore,
Placed her in due form, having close tyled the door,
Then presented the points of his sharp Instrumentis,
And the Lady was soon made an 'Entered Apprentice'.
His working tools next to her gaze he presented,
To improve by them seriously she then consented,
And handled his jewels, his gavel and shaft,
That she in a jiffy was passed 'Fellow Craft'.
She next wanted raising, says he, 'there's no urgency,'
She pleaded that his was a case of emergency,
His column looked to her in no way particular,
But she very soon made it assume perpendicular.
He used all his efforts to raise the young elf,
But found he required much raising himself;
The task was beyond him, Oh! Shame and disaster,
He broke down his charge, and she became Master.
Exhausted and faint, still no rest could betide him,
For she like a glutton soon mounted astride him,
'From refreshment to labour,' says she, 'let us march.'
Says he, 'you're exalted - you are now Royal Arch.'
In her zeal for true knowledge, no labour, no shirking,
His jewels and furniture constantly working,
By night and by day, in the light or the dark,
With pleasure her lover she guides to the Mark.