Yo-yo

Her pristine reputation besmirched,
She gyrated and yo-yoed and lurched,
To her poor father’s shock,
As she rode on the cock
Of the boy upon whom she was perched.

Moving on

The damn bitch! Mean and nasty! Cold-hearted!
He’d loved her, of course, when it started.
It didn’t last long,
Though he’d done nothing wrong…
Just that time, when they fucked, and he farted.