Kristy Brodie was well-nigh a saint,
A good catholic girl, free from taint,
Till the good life she tasted,
Declared her life wasted:
What trace of her virtue’s left’s faint!
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Honest mistake
What I thought the young lady had said
Was she wanted to take me to bed,
But the way that she screamed
When I fucked her , it seemed
That I must have been somehow misled!
How to sit a horse
If you go out, my daughter, to ride,
Then sit side-saddle, never astride,
Or else, when you are mounted,
You might be discounted,
As being too loose and too wide!
The benefit of hindsight
Said Miss Wrigley, “I might have refused,
Had I known I’d be sorely abused:
You have plied with such strength
Your inordinate length
That my fanny is swollen and bruised!”
On reflection
If she’d only had time to reflect…
But she didn’t so much as suspect
His unworthy intentions,
Before his dimensions
Persuaded her not to object
Pussy (adj)
Other people’s small parts may drip pus,
With all sorts of concomitant fuss:
It’s a nuisance, of course,
Which provokes great remorse
In those poor folk concerned, (never us!)
Inept
If, persisting, you only produce,
Cries of “Sir, you’re a pain, and obtuse!”
Then you’d better accept
That you’re less than adept,
And make do with the old self-abuse.
Cheeky little thing
A daring young girl, for a prank,
Bought a swimsuit, obscene, to be frank.
It was hard to ignore it
The first time she wore it,
Impossible after it shrank!
All cats are grey in the dark
A young fellow from smoggy Port Kembla
Was having a late-night knee-trembler…
But somehow or other,
He fucked the girl’s mother,
Whose daughter did, granted, resemble her.
Hi Jean
Should you contemplate something obscene,
With a raunchy young lady called Jean,
Then at least wash your hands
After fondling her glands;
Well, who knows where the trollop has been?