by Nick Gisburne
My clever apparatus is unique
A little light discomfort, but I swear
With minimal adjustment, just a tweak
Its engine heralds happiness ‘down there’
Before your very nose, delicious smells
Their nutty, fruity, flowery bouquet
Will permeate the region as it swells
And push unpleasant elements away
For women of a problematic age
A youthful vim and vigour will return
Bohemian relief is all the rage
As every lady customer can learn
For seven shillings only, my device
Compares with timid treatments twice the price
