with thanks to Umberto Eco, author, The Name of the Rose
We straighten bedclothes during Lauds and Matins
To disentangle silks from sweat-drenched satins.
We rub ourselves with fragrant oil at Prime,
For anything can happen anytime.
The most important thing observed at Terce
Are favors that our paramours disburse.
We’re well prepared to get it on by Sext:
If anything, we’re ready for what’s next.
Our disappointment’s palpable come Nones
If we have not yet exercised our bones.
Descriptions of what happens during vespers
Are best conveyed in terse sub rosa whispers.
The gross extravagance attending Compline
Will serve us well enough, my little dumplin’.