When he raped her, she tried to be brave,
But, of course, ne’er forgot, nor forgave,
(Although whom could she tell)…
And then buggered, as well!
Damn Sir Francis, the dastardly knave!
Month: June 2019
The wrong end of the stick
Skirt hiked up, sprawled face down on a keg,
The poor wench, thought “Too late to renege!”
She’d been happy to root
Long John Silver, the brute,
Only not with his fuckin’ peg leg!
Back to nature
Her makeover had been rather drastic.
She thought she looked fucking fantastic!
But sadly for her
It seems most guys prefer
To chomp saggy tits, not bloody plastic!
Give me excess of it
Bleary, hung-over, struggling to focus,
But hard as rocks, soon as she woke us,
Insatiable whore,
To be begging for more
Of the same as last night’s hocus-pocus!
DIY
Though a real cock sometimes entices,
A carrot or eggplant suffices,
A bottle works fine,
(After drinking the wine),
If she’s left to her own strange devices.
Coming of age
“Now you’re old enough, let’s have a drink!”
Said his Dad, with a lecherous wink.
“And with moderate luck,
You might get your first fuck!
Try the barmaid, ay? What do you think?”
Elasticity of demand
Circumstance of the utmost felicity!
Girls of all creeds and ethnicity,
Short, tall or small,
God has blessed, one and all
With remarkable cunt elasticity!
English eccentricity
What a great night, she thought. Simply ripping!
Gang banged, and a bloody good whipping!
She limps. People stare.
Fuck ’em all! Does she care,
Her arse throbbing, her pussy still dripping?
Cosmopolitan
Travel broadened much more than her mind;
She’d been rooted in front and behind…
Arabs, Greeks, the odd Jew,
And a Zulu or two,
Pretty much every colour and kind!
Vexing
Naked, angry, things look pretty bleak.
Just her luck! Her date’s some kind of freak.
Nipples clamped, bound and gagged,
Prodded, poked, roughly shagged,
And the best she can do is just squeak!