Fifty Shades of Alexander Pope

To be honest, I originally picked Alexander Pope's short poem "You know where you did despise" to do my poetry annotation and blog on because it really is short. I thought, two stanzas, piece of cake, it'll take like five minutes to annotate. Then I read the innuendo-filled ambiguity that is "You know where you did despise." I should have expected half as much, it is Alexander Pope after all. It's easy enough to understand at the beginning. The narrator accuses someone of despising his eyes and legs and thighs and his "little things." As an immature male teenager, poetry is not the first thing to come to mind. The second stanza, unfortunately, only reinforces this... unusual imagery again with the little things. As I tie a metaphorical tie on my Catholic school uniform of appropriate interpretations of literature I struggle to find a particularly "safe" understanding of the poem. What I keep coming back to and what I think is the important part of the piece are these little things. Could they be money? Secrets? Innocence? With all the suggestive descriptions I can only assume the little things are the narrator’s virginity or purity. The person being accused stole these things which apparently mean a lot to the narrator and everyone else. This is all coming from the guy who wrote "Rape of the Lock" so it's not too farfetched. On another note, I haphazardly label the narrator as male and the accused as female. Could this lend to my prostitution theory, who knows? The characterization in the second stanza makes me feel like I'm in a strip club with those, "fine black eyes, Taper legs, and tempting Thighs." At the same time as the narrator reprimands the, let's say, woman I feel as though she is not entirely at fault. By keeping the place and action unknown the narrator seems to have something to lose by identifying with such things. And the fact that he loses his little things, which apparently would cause some commotion, makes his situation look direr than hers. Basically what I think E. L James, err... I mean Alexander Pope is saying is to keep your s*** together. Don't go losing your little things in places you can't name with people with tempting thighs, it's all bad news.