By the window, dressed, waiting alone;
Death would come soon, by sword or by stone,
Pretty Jezebel knew.
“Pagan slut!” yelled Jehu,
Now you’re dogs-meat, bitch! Jump, or be thrown!”
Month: March 2013
Giving head
When Salome let slip her last veil,
Drunk Herod, a red-blooded male,
Said “Fuck! That was great!
Here’s John’s head on a plate!”
Sex and booze, women know, never fail.
Bathsheba
Bold Bathsheba was flaunting her charms,
Bathing naked, out under the palms,
Where King David could see;
He thought “She’ll do for me!”
You can read what then happened in Psalms.*
* (I know, 2 Samuel 11:3, but that doesn’t fit the rhyme)
Buyer beware
Since they hadn’t been caught in the act,
That she’d fucked wasn’t known for a fact.
A more suitable suitor
Was found than the rooter,
Her virtue, he thought, still intact.
The end justifies the means
Quite the prettiest whore on the street;
She did well, on her regular beat.
Men would wink, she’d nod yes,
And she’d hitch up her dress;
An age-old way of making ends meet.
Goods and services
Certain archaeological data
Suggests sex was once used in barter;
Say rice, a full bag,
For an overnight shag
With the wife, not bad value, pro rata.
The indirect approach
She was knickerless, naked essentially,
Ripe to be rooted, potentially;
One of the chaps
On the dance floor, perhaps ……
She was, too, although only tangentially.
Love, more or less
The girl wasn’t too clever, I guess;
Girls in love will, as ever, say yes.
She thought he loved her too,
Which, of course, wasn’t true,
But he rooted her, nevertheless.