A Fishmonger to his Valentine:
My fair one’s skin, like cod is white, Her lips are salmon’s true; Her eyes like mackerel sparkle bright, Like soles she’s firm and true.
From a Quack:
My Valentine my skill shall see, I’ll soon love’s pain allay; Belive me, fair I’m an M.D. What’s more – No cure no pay.
From a Porkman:
If my sparerib you will be I’ll devote my legs to thee; And whenever you fancy pork You shall have a knife and fork.
From a Dentist:
I clean the teeth – for teeth that’s white. Will make a kiss yield more delight; And if to love me you’ll agree Your teeth like ivory shall be.
From a Bookbinder:
Oh! were I my charmer to fold, – To press her what pleasure profound! Propitiously Hymen behold, And let us together be bound!
From The Trades People's Valentine Writer: Consisting of Appropriate Valentines, Entirely Original, For People of All Trades or Professions, October 1, 1829
