A clerke there was, that Bowdler was yclept,
And sex and swearinge could he not accept;
Against all lines that talked of *********
There would he place a line of constellatioun;

When that an eager Scholar did espy
These stars, then woke their curiosity,
And swift to library they brought their bokes
To seek for Master Geoffrey's penis jokes;

Ful better printed had this matter been,
For none loves smutty humour like a teen.