As the wife of a woodsman, the thing
Is, all summer it’s green, the birds sing
But, the first dump of snow,
Ain’t no place you can go,
Just get screwed, day and night, until spring!
Month: January 2018
Frontierswoman
“In the wild, huntin’ beavers ‘n’ bears,
Ain’t no puttin’ on graces ‘n’ airs;
A gal’s pussy’s fair game,
‘N’ her ass just the same…
Fuck or fight!” she said. “Fuck it. Who cares?”
On the market
Saucy look, bit more tit, bit more leg …
Yeah, like Mum says, he’s rough, a bad egg…
But she’d fuck him like that!
She’s not ugly, not fat …
Fuckin’ hell! Does a girl have to beg?
Factotum
He was body guard, butler and chauffeur,
Factotum and minder, her go-fer.
He swept, cooked her food,
When she felt in the mood,
Also gave a fair fuck on the sofa.
Impatience
She’d discreetly inserted her diaphragm.
“Maybe just lift your leg higher, Ma’am?”
God! What she’d paid
To this fool to get laid!
Must she draw him a fucking big diagram?