Cold water

“Oh my god!” she screamed. “What are you thinking?
Damn pervert! You must have been drinking!
Fuck you? Not a chance!
Put it back in your pants!”
And he sighed, his cock rapidly shrinking.

Witch-hunt

Who’d have wanted to be a damn witch?
Dobbed in likely, by some local snitch,
Shunned and feared, called names,
Or consigned to the flames,
Persecuted for sport by the rich.

Money talks

She’d been awfully well wined and dined…
It was plain what the chap had in mind.
He was rich, he was nice…
She might well name her price,
Though she’d thought that she wasn’t that kind.