Very nice, the gold, frankincense, myrrh,
Thinks young Mary, but Jesus! Why her?
Still, poor Joseph’s not bright,
And her alibi’s tight.
Virgin birth, right? These things do occur!
Month: April 2016
Tinseltown
She hit Tinseltown, stars in her eyes;
Famous people, big cars, hunky guys!
After lots of auditions,
Some new sex positions,
She just sits in bars now and cries.
Body and soul
Making love, she gave body and, soul,
Head and heart, her all, gave herself whole,
Until slowly she learned,
When it isn’t returned,
Love or making love, both take a toll.
Nip and tuck
Laser, botox, the old nip and tuck,
Whereby quack doctors make a quick buck
Out of girls’ insecurity…
Though there’s no surety,
Still, it might get them a fuck.
Can’t buy me love
Though he plied her with sweetmeats and liquors,
Bought presents, (he left on the stickers),
A major campaign,
Caviar and champagne,
He still never got into her knickers!
Taking her chances
She’s a slut and a sinner, yea verily,
Rooting her way through life merrily,
Destined for hell,
Anybody can tell!
Well perhaps… although not necessarily.
Midsummer
On Midsummer’s Eve folk used to frolic,
Drink home brews (all quite alcoholic),
Root each other’s wives,
Who’d all scream for their lives,
Though their protests, of course, were symbolic.
Top shelf
Pretty face, like a porcelain dolly,
A figure to match, too, by golly!
Such innocent eyes,
But to no-one’s surprise,
She sucked cock like a hard boiled lolly!
It’s an ill wind
In the ’60s, a time of austerity,
Girls showed their lack of prosperity
Right where it hurts
Wearing tight little skirts,
A delightful effect for posterity!
In the back seat, in a country lane
She’d run out of excuses, essentially.
Now she’d get rooted, potentially,
There in his car,
Down to panties and bra,
But he dropped off to sleep, providentially.