. . . of varts and tickers

 

The Right Reverend Spooner (of wuddled murds fame)

had a nocturnal penchant for girls on the game.

His favourite muse was lady named Roxy

-  (a voluptuous vixen, both feisty and foxy!)

One night after Vespers – his loins amply stirred,

he set out to “perch” with this exotic bird.

But beneath the red light there was no sign of Rox –

just a newsagent's board which read . . .

 

 

 

(yes, here we go again)

 

 

 

 

 

(can you tell what it is yet?)

 

 

 

 

 

(I gave you a clue in the first line!)

 

 

 

 

 

(give in?)

 

 

 

 

 

(OK, here it is . . .)

 

 

 . . . "BANNED WHORE HAS POX!"

 

 

I’ll get my coat . . .