The Old Prostitute

A handsome old woman
(Who deny it?)
You know she was,
When she was young;
But then she asked for money
While now she is ready to pay her mount.
You will find her an artist,
And when she has had something to drink
Then all the more you will have her submissive
To whatever you want.
For she drinks, if you consent,
Three or four pints,
And then things are topsy-turvy with her;
She clings, she scratches,
She plays the pathic;
And if one gives her anything,
She accepts it,
If not,
The pleasure is her payment.