Classic Poem

I am by Fate Slave to your Will,
And I will be Obedient Still,
To Shew my Love I will compose ye,
For your fair fingers ring a Posie,
In which shall be express'd my Duty,
And how I'le be for ever true t'ye,
With Low made Legs and Sugard Speeches,
Yielding to your fair Bum the Breeches,
And shew my Self in all I can,
Your very Humble Servant Jan.