Based on "A Poet to his Beloved" by William Butler Yeats

I BRING you with dish weary hands
The books of my numberless diatribes,
White man-child that my passion has worn
As he wears his dove-grey socks,
And with my body, old as the African Horn,
That would even consider watching some porn:
White man-child get this into your head,
If you are last out, MAKE UP THE BED.