So not only was Warren Harding one of the worst presidents of all time, he was also one of the worst authors of lusty poetry. I mean I'm not saying I'm a big connoisseur of lusty poetry, but this? Come on, really?

"I love your poise / Of perfect thighs / When they hold me / In Paradise / I love the rose / Your garden grows / Love seashell pink / That over it grows." 

Fun fact: he named his penis "Jerry," which was ironically also an anti-German slur used at the time. So much self loathing.... 

"Wish I could take you to Mount Jerry. Wonderful spot. Not in the geographies but a heavenly place, and I have seen some passing views there and reveled in them." 

Gross. Absolutely Gross. 

For more on this fascinating topic: 

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/07/13/magazine/letters-warren-g-harding.html?rref=magazine&module=ArrowsNav&contentCollection=Magazine&action=keypress%C2%AEion=FixedLeft&pgtype=article&_r=0