He liked sex, but his sex drive was flagging;
His shrew of a wife and her nagging,
Her cold, mocking tone
Put him off, while her own
Tits and arse, all her best bits, were sagging!
Category: AO
Adults only
Truth hurts
She complained to the court she’d been slandered;
“He called me a slut!” she expanded.
“These days, I’m afraid,
Said the judge, “Getting laid
Quite a lot, although sluttish, is standard!”
Sizing up
She found sex to be fairly essential,
Her lovers short term and sequential;
Good looks, sexy voice
Didn’t dictate her choice;
A big cock was the vital credential!
First world problem
A bit nympho, a trifle bipolar;
Beef, climate change, chickens, Ebola
Her malady’s source;
She was vegan, of course,
All her sex toys organic and solar!
Pimp my bride
Love betrayed! What a snake in the grass!
To be pimped! Such heartache! So low class!
Her illusions dispelled,
She danced nude, while he yelled,
“Swing your tits more, and shake your fat arse!”
A few drinks
Had she known what a few drinks entailed,
It might, then, perhaps have availed
To thwart his vile schemes;
Naked, drunk, it now seems
Almost certain she’ll soon have been nailed!
Ban the burqa
Between her thighs crouching may lurk a
Mad muslim, a Russian, a Turk, a
Drug fiend, and her breasts
Might be suicide vests…
God! Who knows what she’s got in her burqa?
The ruined damsel
Pussy gaping and dribbling, fresh-poked,
“Alas, ruined, poor damsel!” she joked.
“Yep, that’s it, now, I guess;
I’m a slut, more or less!
Times like this, a girl wishes she smoked!”
The doctrine of the Assumption
The assumption she’d always begun with
Was men were just there to have fun with;
To tease, have a fling,
Fuck, or keep on a string,
Then move on, when it’s over and done with!
Girl Friday
“If you’re going to rape me, then do so!”
The stowaway girl told the crew, so
They did, night and day,
Then they cast her away!
A sad fate, but no Robinson Crusoe!