The poem
Methinks I see you, newly risen From your embroider'd Bed and pissing, With studied mien and much grimace, Present yourself before your glass, To vanish and smooth o'er those graces, You rubb'd off in your Night Embraces.
Portsmouth's Looking Glass
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I relate to this poem and its imagery as I have smoothed over many embraces to get ready for work the next morning that came so soon.I think this poem is both light hearted and deep.It made me laugh.
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