‘Neath the shade of the old eucalyptus,
We lay with the girls who’d unzipped us,
Who teased with their lips
At the sensitive tips,
Of the stalks with which nature equipped us!
Month: December 2024
A gentleman
The train swayed; she was nodding and dozing,
Not knowing what she was exposing.
I did try my best
Not to stare at her breast,
Through the blouse she’d been careless in closing!
Natural blonde?
There’s a pretty young lady, from Denmark,
Red-headed, then ash-blonde and then dark.
A fortunate few
Know her natural hue,
And they give her a nine-out-of-ten mark.
It’s in her jeans
An attractive young lady from Cheltenham
Wore jeans and looked terribly svelte in ‘em.
The fit was ungodly,
They made her walk oddly:
She liked, though, the way that she felt in ‘em!
Feeling the music
Miss Augusta has chosen the cello,
Not just for its timbre so mellow,
But also because,
‘Midst encores and applause,
She can fancy she’s straddling a fellow!
Tropic island
My idea of transcendent calm
Is to lie ‘neath a coconut palm,
Sipping milk from the nut,
With my hand on the butt,
Of the hula-girl under my arm.
Guessing game
Within decency’s scrupulous bounds,
When a girl flaunts her huge buxom mounds,
It’s quite fun to assay,
By what methods one may,
Their net weight in both kilos and pounds.
Feathered friend
An old maid called Elizabeth Barrett,
Dines Saturday nights with her parrot,
On sunflower seeds
And a salad of weeds,
And a nice economical claret.
Less is more
It was not her short dress that appealed
Nor even the charms it revealed
The thing that I find
Occupying my mind
Is the part that it barely concealed!
A shuttered existence
An old lady, her heart all aflutter,
Peeks out every night through her shutter,
In wicked delight
At the sensuous sight
Of the dogs making love in the gutter.