“That’s a rather alarming device”,
She exclaimed. “Could you be more precise,
As to just where it goes?
Oh! In there! Heaven knows …
From it’s shape, it might even be nice!
Month: May 2018
Audacity
Though she did show a certain audacity,
One had to doubt her capacity,
Tiny and thin
To fit all of it in,
But she did, with grit, spit and tenacity!
Waste not, want not
She was plainly hard up, the poor lass,
Just a cheap little slut, to be crass!
Though he found it distasteful,
It seemed rather wasteful
To not fuck the trollop, alas!
Some skin in the game
To have lost on three aces! Raw deal!
Already nude, thus the ordeal.
It cost her a fuck!
She sat, cursing her luck.
”Lighten up, bitch,” he said. “It’s your deal.”
Gourmand
It occasioned a bit of a scuffle;
Her cunt smelled of nutmeg and truffle.
Nice mouth-feel too,
Mushroom-meaty to chew,
And well worth the ensuing kerfuffle!
The spangled drongo
The boss cocky, at whose job he angled,
Whose daughter’s hand, temptingly dangled,
He’d said could be his,
Led him on, but gee whizz!
What a drongo, however much spangled!
All you can eat
The young waitress, a pert little tart,
Said “Buffet? Or you want a la carte?”
He liked what he saw…
“Let’s say twenty bucks more,
And I get to eat you… just to start!”
Excelsior!
Well, it didn’t do much to inspire,
Her saying “Sir, may I enquire,
Is that all you’ve got,
And if, hopefully, not,
Could you push it in harder and higher?”
It is what it is
Life proceeds in fits starts, bolts and flashes;
For lovers’ tiffs, intimate rashes,
Whatever life brings,
The sweet pleasures, the stings,
Embrace all! Soon it’s ashes to ashes!
The rough with the smooth
Her upbringing was godly and stuffy;
She’d come home, though, drunk, eyelids puffy,
A just-rooted grin,
Having opted to sin,
And, by choice, with boys rowdy and scruffy!