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The Poker is lost?

The poker lost, imperfect Susan storm’d,

And all the rites of rage performed;

As scolding, crying, swearing, sweating, Abusing, fidgetting, and fretting.

“Nothing but villany, and thieving;

Good heavens!

What a world we live in!

If I don’t find it in the morning,

I’ll surely give my master warning.

He’d better far shut up his doors,

Than keep such good for nothing whores;

For wheresoe’er their trade they drive,

We virtuous bodies cannot thrive.”

Well may poor Susan grunt and groan;

Misfortunes never come alone,

But tread each other’s heels in throngs,

For the next day she lost the tongs;

The saltbox, colander, and pot

Soon shar’d get the same untimely lot.

In vain she vails and wages spent On new ones for the new ones went.

There’d been (she swore) some devil or witch in,

To rob or plunder all the kitchen.

One night she to her chamber crept (Where for a month she had not slept;

Her master being, to her seeming, A better playfellow than dreaming).

Curse on the author of these wrongs,

In her bed, she found the tongs,

(Hang Thomas for an idle joker!)

In her bed she saw the poker,

With the saltbox, pepper box, and kettle,

With all the culinary metal.

Be warn’d, ye fair, by Susans crosses:

Keep chaste and guard yourselves against losses;

For if young girls delight in kissing,

No wonder that the poker’s missing. ~

Where’s the Poker? –

You guessed it! 🤷‍♀️

By ace101

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