Her fond hope had, as things had been headed,
Been, soon, to have been safely wedded;
The church, the gold ring!
Would he do the right thing,
Or abandon her, now she’d been bedded?
Month: November 2013
Hard times
In hard times, when a bloke’s a bit broke,
It’s good, cheap entertainment, a poke;
Shout a woman a beer,
A word in her ear,
Lie back later on, share a smoke!
A nod is as good as a wink
Her consent he inferred from a nod,
And proceeded to give her a prod.
Though she moaned, rolled her eyes,
Had a look of surprise,
She said nothing throughout, which was odd.
The sporting type
“He’s a prick!” said her friend, with a frown.
“Are you gonna take that lying down?”
“Lying, standing, all-fours,
On a park bench, outdoors!
In the bath! I don’t care if I drown!”
The way to a girl’s heart
Much as girls who are new to the art yearn
For love, soon the ones who are smart learn
That giving good head
May accomplish instead
Little more than a sore throat and heartburn!
Punctuality
He’s a scoundrel, at least so reputed;
Vague hints of seduction he’d mooted!
She mustn’t be late,
Friday night, for their date,
And miss out on, perhaps, getting rooted!
Porca Madonna
He was painting a modern nativity;
Naked, as was his proclivity,
Preoccupied,
It could not be denied,
By his model’s breasts’ plunging declivity!
Monster
His cock bent, it was gnarled, a monstrosity!
Sex had a certain ferocity,
Hell of a ride!
Still, the fuck satisfied
The girl’s prurient, sick curiosity.
Power, the ultimate aphrodisiac
With the politics she was espousing
Came passion, adventure, carousing,
Moustachioed men
Guns and bombs, now and then;
Sex and danger, so bloody arousing!
Ants in her pants
Getting picked up in pubs can be chancy,
But sometimes a girl gets so antsy,
Risks, benefits weighed,
She’ll go get herself laid,
By whatever damn jock she might fancy.