Though she’d covered her eyes, still she peeked;
“Can that all fit inside me?” she squeaked.
“Bloody oath!” he replied,
And she bore it with pride…
This in spite of the havoc it wreaked!
Month: February 2012
Miss Prim
She seemed proper, and prim as you please,
But in fact, was a bit of a tease,
With her hair in a bun,
But her blouse left undone,
As she pouted, and jingled her keys.
Good omen
She was cute, and a fair chance, he reckoned;
True love, or at least a shag, beckoned.
He said “Want a drink?”
She said “What d’ya think?”
Things looked better with each passing second!
Sex education
The school-teacher, for all her degrees,
Knows fuck-all about birds and the bees,
But she’s working it out,
Despite fear and doubt,
Though with crossed eyes and fingers and knees!
Hollywood
In the film, from the poem or ballad,
The heroine, helpless and pallid,
Her virtue in peril,
Is rescued by Errol
(Flynn. Clark also valid.)
Get thee to a nunnery
Convent life’s mostly dull and reclusive;
Small pleasures are few, and elusive.
Alone in her cell,
A young nun might as well
Please herself, to which boredom’s conducive.
Pastoral matters
As a Catholic priest, he eschews
Married life, and should also refuse,
As a man of the cloth,
And on pain of God’s wrath,
Sex with those whom he’s prone to abuse.
Feckless youth
In his youth he was idle and feckless,
Impulsive, erratic and reckless,
Of no earthly use;
His whole life was a noose,
Dangling loose round his head like a necklace.
The book and its cover
She’d dressed skimpily, dabbed on perfume;
You’d have thought it was fair to presume
She was looking for love
But, when push came to shove,
Though she was, she was fussy with whom!
Vocational guidance
She’d had quite comprehensive instruction
In sex and the art of seduction,
To be good in bed
And, of course, to give head
With the right mix of friction and suction.