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Virtue is its own reward

She felt let down, frustrated and sad.
Would to let him have been all that bad?
His hand under her dress,
She’d moaned, almost said yes…
Now he’d gone, how she wished that she had.

Retrospective

Though she’d found fucking much to her taste,
In due course, once seduced and disgraced,
She repented at leisure
Those moments of pleasure,
Which passed, sadly, too much in haste.

Instant family

Just a case of trust sadly misplaced;
She was rooted, knocked up, left red-faced.
She seduced someone new,
Not much fussed about who,
Since the first fellow couldn’t be traced.

The demon, drink

Well, so much for good sense and respect!
Being drunk, what else might she expect?
She did things with some men
She was powerless, then
To prevent, or next day, recollect!

Status unconfirmed

She was hot! She was bloody delectable!
Sadly, it seemed, quite respectable.
Luckily though,
Virgins come, virgins go;
A small problem that’s simply correctable.

Impatience

“If you loved me, you’d fuck me,” he said.
“Come on, prove that you do! Come to bed!”
Of course, once she’d been dared,
(It was not that she cared),
She stripped off. “Pussy, arse or some head?”

Down-to-earth woman

She was morally challenged, impaired;
People called her a slut, but who cared?
She enjoyed men’s rude jokes,
Drank and fucked like the blokes.
She knew good things were meant to be shared!

Skirting the issue

The girl’s skirt’s altogether too short;
Her breasts lack any means of support.
Has she no thought, or dread,
In her pretty young head,
Of the risk with which such dress is fraught?

Forethought

She’d hoped not, but the poor girl was caught,
Since her skirt was a hand’s-breadth too short.
She’d thought “Who’d know, or care
About no underwear?
If I wear it or not?” Well, she ought!