Cowboys loved to root frisky young squaws,
Which was great fun, but risky because
You might finish up scalped,
But it couldn’t be helped;
It was that or just whisky and whores!
Month: November 2015
Wild West 4
They were outlaws, bad men in cahoots…
They robbed banks and divided the fruits
Of their illegal labours,
The wealth of their neighbours…
Their wives, daughters, any stray roots.
Wild West 5
Western gals who evaded the clutch
Of the outlaws and injuns and such,
Those who somehow escaped
Being tortured and raped,
Would thank God, but for not very much.
Wild West 6
With their rifles and Colt 45s,
And their fists and their boots and their knives,
Cowboys fought to the death,
To their last, cursing breath,
To preserve rooting rights to their wives.
Wild West 7
She was pretty, nice titties, but bossy;
She bucked on his cock, “Gee up hossie!”
She yelled, “Fuck me hard!
I’ll be feathered and tarred,
If I stop till I’ve fucked the whole posse!”
Wild West 8
She grew up in a house on the prairie,
All innocent, pretty, unwary…
But then caught the eye
Of strange men passing by,
When tits grew, and her pussy got hairy.
Wild West 9
Just a whore in a Texas saloon,
She thought, God, get me out of this soon!
I should marry before
My tits sag anymore,
And my pussy looks like a spitoon!
The royal wedding
As a princess, of course, she was fated,
While young, to be married off, mated
To some beastly lord,
To be fucked, then ignored,
While he farted and snored, drunk and sated.
Yielding not to temptation
Like virtue’s last stalwart defender,
A credit to God and her gender,
She kept him at bay,
Although more than half-way
To corrupted… inclined to surrender!
Wham! Bam!
Though she bore him no great animosity,
God! What a cock! A monstrosity!
Big as a horse,
And applied with such force,
At such length, with such strength and ferocity!