Quite the man about town was young Harold,
Smart-talking and gaudy-apparelled.
“I give you her hand,”
Said her Dad, gun in hand,
“And it ain’t just your name’s double-barrelled!”
Month: May 2018
Dining out
“Ya habibi”, he said. “Yes, I cheat,
But it’s not that your body’s not sweet!
Though it brings me delight,
It’s the same dish each night,
And, sometimes, a man craves for fresh meat!”
Persuasion
“If you want to, my lord,” she said sweetly,
Perhaps we could sneak off discreetly.
Your kisses inflame me!
Would anyone blame me
For letting you have me completely?”
When in Rome, do as the Romans do
Though her young heart would always be Zion’s,
A slave now, in Rome, clapped in irons,
Raped! Buggered, what’s more!
Might as well be a whore,
She despaired, as be fed to the lions!
Pleasure cruise
“What’s one more?” she said, pussy awash.
“Come, squeeze in. It’s a bit of a squash!
This chap’s just about done.
Sure, join in the fun!”
She exclaimed, with a giggle. Slosh! Slosh!
The silver lining
Men are bastards, she’d learned, to her cost.
Having been seduced, then double-crossed.
Then she found out men paid,
Though, to get themselves laid,
Pretty well, too, so all was not lost.
Nipped in the bud
Girls, come puberty, soon as they bloom,
Await mostly the same pleasant doom;
To be noticed by men,
And desired, and then
Be deflowered; who knows, though, by whom?
Vlad
At the sight of his penis, words failed her!
Shocked, for what good it availed her,
Brave little lass,
Though she fought him, alas,
Soon, arse up and face down, he’d impaled her!
The serpent’s tongue
His intentions remained quite opaque.
The poor girl, with her virtue at stake!
She did love him, she thought…
Did he just want his sport,
To just fuck her, then leave her, the snake?
The actress
A downright unforgivable slur,
The suggestion that slut might be her,
Who’d consorted with lords,
Once, when treading the boards!
Married now, rich! And what if it were?