Her bum’s big, her tits starting to sag.
If he told her she’d just say “Don’t nag!”
He smiles, sneaking a look;
She’s a pretty good cook,
And she still gives a bloody good shag!
Month: October 2013
Poetic justice
He was ugly and stupid and gross!
The term “dumb jock” would be pretty close.
Though the fuck was OK,
At the end of the day
She was glad that she gave him a dose!
Not a good time
She had PMT, moody and grumpy,
Feet swollen, her tits sore and lumpy.
He wanted a fuck!
He was shit out of luck!
Or the way to one winding and bumpy!
Precedent
He said “God, woman, don’t look so gloomy!
I just said your pussy was roomy!”
She said “Not at all!
Your damn prick is too small!
You don’t like it? Fuck off! You can sue me!”
Private lives
Though her sexual pastimes were quirky,
Her past and her present both murky,
No matter how sore
Were her arse or her jaw,
She still turned up to work looking perky!
Bewitched
The poor chap was completely bewitched,
By her voice, so seductively pitched,
By the way her breasts swayed,
(Which his hard cock betrayed),
And the way, when she walked, her arse twitched!
Tch! Tch!
She laughed gaily. She wore not a stitch!
Uninhibited? Decadent? Which?
As she poured him a drink,
He chose just not to think…
She half-turned, gave her bottom a twitch!
Mixed emotions
She was gorgeous, but God! What a bitch!
Should he marry or murder her? Which?
As he thought this, he smiled;
She was moody and wild,
But just look at that lovely arse twitch!
Form and movement
Body graceful and slender and taut;
“Made for sex” was his unworthy thought.
Dancers, gymnasts and such
Left him longing to touch,
Thinking things more obscene than he ought!
Interpersonal skills
He liked girls, and he liked a selection,
But felt neither love nor affection.
A girl was a doll,
Something soft, with a hole
Into which he could stick his erection.