At the hoedown, the drinkin’ an’ hootin’,
An’ stompin’, an’ maybe some shootin’
Got crazy, alright,
Kissin’ gals, the odd fight…
Rootin-tootin! Well, mostly just rootin’.
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Making allowance
Lady Gwendoline plucked at her lute,
“Well,” she thought. “The man may be a brute,
And an ill-mannered swine…”
She sighed, sipping her wine…
“But by God! What a fabulous root!”
Nefarious
He’s been planning for ages, it seems…
Lots of dirty, nefarious schemes
To get into her pants,
Which the fool called romance…
“Fuck you, buster!” she says. “In your dreams!”
His lucky day
For a MILF, she was sort of reserved…
Not too desperate. Damn well preserved!
And she gave him a screw,
And a damn good one too!
Which was more than he bloody deserved!
Shit occurs
He’d be dead, if a girl’s look could kill!
Fuck! he said. Shit occurs. Condoms spill…
Or get ruptured… and stuff…
It’s not good, fair enough,
But, like, go take a douche, babe. Just chill!
Use-by date
Still a virgin, unless or until
She gets rooted, and will be one still,
If she doesn’t give in
To her beau (it’s win-win!)
If she doesn’t, some other cunt will!
Manners
For god’s sake, woman! What’s with the attitude?
Give a man some fucking latitude!
Naughty, at worst…
Yes, I should have asked first
But you got a fuck, right? Show some gratitude!
Six months gone
What her parents (six months gone) found out about…
Her being pregnant (no doubt about)…
What an outcry!
Yelling “Who was the guy?
Though the fuck had been nothing to shout about.
Family business
That their families fought a vendetta
Just made her hot pussy get wetter.
She fucked him, poor guy,
And then, stifling a sigh,
Shot him dead with her little Beretta!
Good intentions
He was uncertain just where it went…
Got it in, though, in any event,
But, alas, in her bum…
She turned sulky and glum,
Though, of course, it was jolly well-meant!