She’d not taken too much to convince.
He’d pull out, she’d just have a quick rinse.
It seemed simple enough.
Poor girl, well up the duff,
And no sign of the bloke, of course, since!
Author: pete
Magic and the magi
Very nice, the gold, frankincense, myrrh,
Thinks young Mary, but Jesus! Why her?
Still, poor Joseph’s not bright,
And her alibi’s tight.
Virgin birth, right? These things do occur!
Tinseltown
She hit Tinseltown, stars in her eyes;
Famous people, big cars, hunky guys!
After lots of auditions,
Some new sex positions,
She just sits in bars now and cries.
Body and soul
Making love, she gave body and, soul,
Head and heart, her all, gave herself whole,
Until slowly she learned,
When it isn’t returned,
Love or making love, both take a toll.
Nip and tuck
Laser, botox, the old nip and tuck,
Whereby quack doctors make a quick buck
Out of girls’ insecurity…
Though there’s no surety,
Still, it might get them a fuck.
Can’t buy me love
Though he plied her with sweetmeats and liquors,
Bought presents, (he left on the stickers),
A major campaign,
Caviar and champagne,
He still never got into her knickers!
Taking her chances
She’s a slut and a sinner, yea verily,
Rooting her way through life merrily,
Destined for hell,
Anybody can tell!
Well perhaps… although not necessarily.
Midsummer
On Midsummer’s Eve folk used to frolic,
Drink home brews (all quite alcoholic),
Root each other’s wives,
Who’d all scream for their lives,
Though their protests, of course, were symbolic.
Top shelf
Pretty face, like a porcelain dolly,
A figure to match, too, by golly!
Such innocent eyes,
But to no-one’s surprise,
She sucked cock like a hard boiled lolly!
It’s an ill wind
In the ’60s, a time of austerity,
Girls showed their lack of prosperity
Right where it hurts
Wearing tight little skirts,
A delightful effect for posterity!