Month: November 2024

Ellie-May

Farmer Brown’s daughter, young Ellie-Mae
Was seduced, or more like, led astray,
But it has to be said
She was willingly led
And was ripe for a roll in the hay.

On a hot, steamy, still summer’s day
It began just as innocent play;
Only boisterous fun
In a field, in the sun,
Until hormones got into the way.

In unconscious erotic display,
As she ran her big bosom would sway
In a way unrestrained,
Being poorly contained
In a dress thin and starting to fray.

To the young fellow’s utmost dismay,
(as it would, if a bloke wasn’t gay),
His undisciplined cock
Became hard as a rock.
It stuck out, and would not go away!

They both knew there would be hell to pay,
But they both thought “Be that as it may.”
With a mischievous glance
She unbuttoned his pants.
Their impatience would brook no delay!

With her clothing still in disarray
And a smug smile , as much to betray,
As she ran in the gate
She called ‘Sorry I’m late,
Me and Charlie just had our first lay!’

The country girl

She’s a true country girl, born and bred,
Good with horses, though not too well-read.
She can work like a man,
Has an arms-and-legs tan,
With a well-formed hind-quarters and and head.

On the night of the day she was wed,
When her new husband took her to bed,
She performed there so well,
It was easy to tell
She’d long given her all, in the shed.

Damper

When you’re droving, you need a good cook,
One at whom it’s no hardship to look.
The hotter, the damper,
The happier camper,
Exploring each cranny and nook.

Bucolic

He’s a gentleman, my brother, Bert,
Though of course he’s a bit of a flirt:
He’s had girls on the floor,
Up against the church door,
In the paddocks, but not in the dirt.