A LADY’S VIRTUE IS WORTH ALL THE GOLD IN FORT KNOX
This is Auntie Carol and I want to say I am flabbergasted. A Young lady’s virtue is worth all the gold in Fort Knox. It would seem that our young lady’s are pleasuring young hooligans on the school buses, doing the unthinkable. I blush to name it but I will say lollipop. I have heard it by a reliable source that they even wear colored bracelets indicating the sex act they will perform from A to Z. Young ladies, wake up you are being used like cheap strumpets. If you do all these things what have you saved for the marriage bed? No man like used goods: he wants his wife t be pure as the driven snow. You give them your beautiful woman’s flower and for what? It’s called a hook-up. And in the tight clothes you all wear you can’t be distinguished from a street walker!!!
Young Ladies, Wake up. I sound the clarion call. You are just being used by these lascivious Lotharios. I adamantly urge you to save yourselves for marriage. However, you may let him fondle your breasts on the major holidays like Christmas. Heavens, don’t tell Lady Lynda I said that.
I rather like Keat’s Ode to a Grecian Urn where the two lovers never catch each other. It’s so poignant . I guess I’m a romantic at heart. They never consummate their love. Ah! Theirs another thing in my treatise on morality. Don’t wear pearls: they reflect down. And don’t wear patent leather shoes: they reflect up. Do you really want to show your private parts in such a brazen, whorish way? I think not. Alas, there so much sinning in this world. I despair: I weep for all you misguided young ladies. It’s so terribly wrong.
Well, it’s time for my sherry. Aurevoire mes amis.