shank
Open here I find the butt for, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there I do slip my member, like the priests to boys of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a thrust stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lurching lumber, perched upon my chamber floor -
Perched did I, on butt of raven, there upon my chamber floor -
Wearing socks, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the smirking sly decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy tush be warm and cushion'd, thou,' I said, `art sure no virgin.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven I doth ramrod like a whore -
Tell me, hast thou ever slept with syphilitic boys before?'
Quoth the raven, `Three or four.'
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"He was cursed with a horrorshow of a face, like Guiseppe Archbold doing a study of mollusk tumors."
