Classic Poem

I'll have you by the short and curly hair,
Furius and Aurelius, horrible pair,
Bugger and bum-boy! So you dare conclude
Because my verse is wanton that I'm lewd?
Fools! Though the sacred poet should abjure
Grossness himself, his work need not be pure;
Indeed, it will taste dry and dull unless
It's sauced and salted with licentiousness
And has the power to tickle and provoke
Some action — not in boys, I mean old folk
With grey hairs and rheumaticky, stiff hips.
Do you think that just because you read of " lips"
And " a thousand kisses" I'm no man? Take care,
Or I shall " man" you both, horrible pair!