Ragnar Lothbrok, that feisty old viking,
Found English life much to his liking;
The mead, the fair skin,
(Once he’d slaughtered their kin),
Of the girls he met, rowing or hiking.
Month: August 2015
Scrambled egg
If she says yes, then wants to renege,
It might not seem too macho, but beg!
If she’s not wet enough,
You can use lots of stuff,
Butter, spit, or the yolk of an egg!
Intelligent design
Women’s bodies are nicely designed,
But for purposes vaguely defined;
Yes, for breeding and such,
But by God, there’s so much
One can do, if the girl doesn’t mind!
Premeditation
She was beautiful, quite without flaws;
He could have her, but might not, because
If he did so, who knew
If the things he might do,
(Which he would), might break various laws?
Good time girl
She was vacuous, giggly and fickle,
But loved the good old slap and tickle,
Or try something new?
She was up for that too!
Yes, by god, she was worth every nickel!
Ruined, utterly
It’s en-n-n-n-normous! she stuttered,
And never were truer words uttered!
With patience and spit,
It went in, bit by bit,
Then in, out, till it spurted and sputtered!
Come warm yourself by the fire
Music plays, the warm firelight flickers;
He’s plied her with sweet potent liquors.
She feebly protests,
As he squeezes her breasts,
While his other hand gropes in her knickers.