It’s been poor form since heaven knows when,
To enjoy a stray root , now and then:
Though of course, it’s not done,
When it is, it’s such fun,
That we do it again and again!
Month: December 2024
Myths and legends
That the viking king, Olaf was vain,
One used often hear wenches complain:
At the sexual act,
Poor old Ollie, in fact,
Was a good, but not truly great Dane
Yellow rain
Sweating the little stuff
Having scoffed down too much gin and tonic,
She waxed, in a word, histrionic,
And made much ado
About one little screw
That was meant to be simply platonic!
Friendly neighbours
The decline in this town’s moral tone
Was just yesterday once again shown,
When I twice or thrice more
Fucked the woman next door,
Whom I have from her husband on loan.
Masque
I would find it a difficult task,
To recall whom I screwed at the masque:
Incognito conditions
Make girls’ inhibitions
So few that one hardly need ask!
Black market
In the war of the sexes, the tactic
Of offering white girls a black dick,
While either produce
An outpouring of juice,
Or they’ll find it quite anticlimactic.
Cumming through the rye
They’re a canny old people, the Scotch,
To get lassies to dance, while they watch,
And with nae hint of guilt,
Watch the swirl of the kilt,
For a glimpse of a bushy young crotch!
On the market
She contracted her service to render,
And threw herself open to to tender:
She placed a reserve,
To discourage the perv,
But took bids irrespective of gender.
Supply and demand
In this sad economic recession,
It’s five dollars less for a session:
The best whore in town
Has her asking price down,
And some offer a student concession!