Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Nina to her Lap-dog

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Nina to Her Lap-Dog.
O Y R U so I C cold Dear Bean to my caress;Can you not C I plainly told Thereby my love's X S?
Whene'er I C B A of light I plunge U in the C;Or C Z if U B at night With thirst I give you T.
From your D K of mirth or rise Of joy I take my Q;And Pincher's M T charms despise In size though W.
B T or O P might S A, To paint your F E G;For ne'er from L M N tai clay Came such an N T T!
Dismiss the P Q 0 my bird, He must X Q Z B,'Twas Jane, the maid, taught him that word Of strife O B O T.
N V makes puss your N M E, For when your form is nigh,Her C D coat can scarcely B A P's worth in her I.
And should X U V E so good E'er tempt the day thieves' snare,Despite X P D N C would I C Q N E where.
Such X L N C merits well The pencil of H B,When dead I'll write to L. E. L. To write your L E G.

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