I found this cheesy spanking poem on the cover of an old Snappy magazine (one of those vintage humor magazines with a 35-cent price tag and the subtitle “Lively man’s gags! Perky pinups!”). It went like this:
My boyfriend took me to a ball;
I flirted with the host.
When we got home, my boyfriend said:
“May I propose a toast?”
He raised his glass, gazed into my eyes
“to bottoms up!” said he.
And suddenly, to my surprise,
I was across his knee!
He spanked me good; my bottom up,
it certainly was the most.
“Remember,” said he, “when on a date…
it’s ME who is your host!”