Besties

It had been just a mild, drunken frolic…
She’s not a complete alcoholic!
A bit of a fling,
Just a fuck, no big thing,
With her bestie… like… kinda symbolic!

Ursine

About seven foot, covered with hair,
The man looked, smelled and fucked like a bear!
Half grossed out, half enthralled,
She felt like she’d been mauled…
Didn’t kill her, but gave her a scare!

Can’t buy me love

The poor fool, she thought, stifling a laugh,
Mooning round like a damn lovesick calf!
If it weren’t for his money…
She cooed “Kiss me, honey!”
And winked at his lackeys and staff.