I require these things in a servant:
She must be discreet and observant,
Must do what she’s told,
Not be overly bold,
But when called on to fuck me, be fervent!
Month: December 2024
Sunday morning
In the front pew, throughout the long sermon,
The squire’s wife squirmed in her ermine.
She grimaced and twitched,
And she scratched where it itched:
It was plain she was crawling with vermin!
The little soldier
A girl’s clitoris stands, like a sentry,
On guard at the portal of entry:
It may not let pass
The uncouth lower class,
But stands up and salutes for the gentry!
Through the keyhole
Through the keyhole such scandal one sees,
Said the butler, as smug as you please:
“I have just seen the squire
Aflame with desire,
And Cook, nude, on elbows and knees!”
Opportunity knocks
As he burst in on Madam’s seclusion,
Said Jenkins, “Forgive my intrusion,
But cook’s run amuck,
And I thought we might fuck,
While the household is still in confusion.”
Unbridled lust
Wearing nothing but reins and a saddle
Dame Edith, with chauffeur astraddle,
Her buttocks red raw,
Pranced about on the floor,
Shouting “Home James, and don’t spare the paddle!”
Knowing one’s place
When one’s forebears are by and large royal,
One does rather shirk honest toil,
And also expect
That girls show their respect,
And lie down and act suitably loyal.
Game
A young gamekeeper, doing his rounds,
Saw the mistress out walking the grounds:
He eyed Lady Chatterley,
Dressed rather nattily,
Tongue hanging out like his hound’s!
Ill repute
Lady Sarah Smythe-Jones, by repute,
Leads a life, in a word, dissolute:
She drinks only champagne,
Likes her sex mixed with pain,
And quite likes the alternative route.
Rain
If you’re stuck in the rain in Rangoon,
A loose woman’s a fabulous boon:
You can endlessly screw her,
Do other things to her,
And never go out until June!