Agricultural Caress

Keep me from Thelma’s sister Pearl!
She puts my senses in a whirl
Weakens my knees and keeps me waiting
Until my heart stops palpitating

The debs may turn disdainful backs
On Pearl’s uncouth mechanic slacks
And outraged see the fire that lies
And smoulders in her long-lashed eyes

Have the such weather-freckled features
The smooth sophisticated creatures?
Ah, not to them such limbs belong
Such animal movements sure and strong

Such arms to take a man and press
In agricultural caress
His head to hers, and hold him there
Deep buried in her chestnut hair

God shrive me from this morning lust
For supple farm girls, if you must
Send the cold daughter of an earl –
But spare me Thelma’s sister Pearl!