Poem: ‘Noli admirari’
Raymond Geuss, 12 December 1996
No wonder, Rufus, no girlie will spread her thighs for you unless you bribe her with expensive clothes, jewellery etc. The reason is the bad press you have: People say a he-goat lives in your armpits. Offputting that, distinctly offputting. No chippie likes to bed down in a barnyard. Call off your indecent assault on our noses or stop being surprised when the popsies give you the pass.