Living in M--ls&B--n.(Poem)

 
LIVING IN M--LS&B--N 
 
   I wish I lived in M--ls&B--n-- 
   I would be lithe with long legs 
   and could have red hair and a name like Flame 
   without anybody laughing. 
   Whenever I'd get together with Hugh/Roderick/Harrington, 
   trails of tiny kisses would go just about everywhere 
   and he would be able 
   to do extraordinary things to my bust. 
   Nobody in M--ls&B--n takes it amiss 
   when things suddenly harden or go soft. 
   Things open a great deal too, 
   and buttons go flying all over the place--in 
   fact the undoing of fastenings and tearing of silks 
   are the main occupations of the inhabitants 
   if you don't count the sudden taking-in of breaths. 
   If I lived in M--ls&B--n 
   I would have a touch of tire and make his eyes glitter-mine, 
   of course, would widen, as a ...