broom n.1
1. a woman; the inference is of promiscuity.
Mornings in Bow St. 185: He never meets my wife, Mrs. Wingrove, but he cries — ‘Here's a charming young broom!’ when my wife is not a charming young broom [...] but as honest a woman as ever broke bread. |
2. the pubic hair; of male pubic hair, ext. as womb broom.
(con. early 1950s) Valhalla 83: Hugh sketchily contemplated shaving his womb broom off but decided against it. If it tickled it tickled. |
3. the female genitals.
Sl. and Its Analogues. |
4. (also womb broom) the penis.
Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nightdress 243: Her eyes go straight to the old womb broom, which is on duty. |
5. (US black) a cigar [resemblance to a small SE broomstick].
in ‘The Jiver’s Bible’ in Orig. Hbk of Harlem Jive. |
6. (Aus.) a heavy moustache.
Betoota-isms 80: Boon Broom [...] 1. A overtly masculine moustache 2. The growth of dense facial hair on the upper lip. |
SE in slang uses
In compounds
a domestic servant.
Pierce Egan’s Life in London 11Feb. 853/2: The knowing ones all right, the broom dashers on the funk. |
(US) the Federal government.
Walk on the Wild Side 260: You don’t owe us nothing down here, son [...] You owe it to Broomface, not to us. |
the erect penis.
Sl. and Its Analogues. | ||
Vocabula Amatoria (1966) 29: Ballestrou, m. The penis; ‘the broom-handle’. | ||
PS, I Scored the Bridesmaids 203: J.P.’s put the old broom handle away for a few days. |
(US) an area of town inhabited mainly by white people only.
Workin’ It 89: Darrin and I are living on Benjamin Street, down Conshohocken and Benjamin. They call it the Flats. It’s Broomtown. It’s all white. |
In phrases
(US black) to leave quickly, to rush away.
🎵 But dig this spiel I’m going to lay on you, gate, / Don’t cop your broom, park the body and wait. | ‘You Run Your Mouth and I’ll Run My Business’||
Orig. Hbk of Harlem Jive 136: Cop a broom — To leave hurriedly. |
of a man, to admit to one’s being cuckolded.
Canidia v 29: He trusts abroad, and he trusts at Home, / Rich Goods and Bastards take up Room. / Alas, saies the Bawd, it was his doom, / Poor man, let him hang out the Broom. |