Reflections on the Iniquity of Woman

Ive made my way in public life Succoured a family and wife Sat on committees, made my mark, Scattered light where once was dark. Just once, when pressure grimly bore, Fate pointed me towards the door Behind which lay your ample charms And left me in your fateful arms. Now, for one night of pleasures lewd, My character is misconstrued. You must admit its not much fun To read it in this mornings Sun.