FOURTEEN I gave you the first shot singing, with the second one I was somewhat inspired, by the third you were provoking

FOURTEEN I gave you the first shot singing, with the second one I was somewhat inspired, by the third you were provoking me to be left in the broken room. You took the fifth pleased, when the sixth, still eager, had entered, The seventh was already killing me, but I did not leave the eighth retired. With the ninth you were very happy, the tenth came out with little fluid, and the eleven between your buttocks was counted. Twelve left me very dejected: If thirteen throws you out and another gets hot, In each verse you have received a stick.