Caught by cannibals, stuffed in a pot!
Beating drums! God! This water’s damn hot!
Trussed up, totally nude!
Poked and pricked while she’s stewed!
Is that Tarzan chap coming or not?
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Adults only
Not your average Hollywood ending
Naked, tied to a log, the big blade
Roaring closer! [Zoom in: wide eyes]. [Fade].
[Woodchips] [Circular saw].
She screams! [Blood spatter] [Gore].
Next week: Saved! Hero roots her. Fair trade.
Blood on the tracks
Naked, tied to the railway track
Crazy, weird, sick male pay-back!
The trains coming! Toot ! Toot!
Dead, for lack of a root!
No! The hero’s arrived! Bam! Pow! Whack!
GST
“Have a drink! Don’t be nervous, relax!
It’s OK, you can perv to the max!
That’s what titties are for! …
Fucking’s two hundred more,
Plus, of course, goods and services tax.”
Immoral earnings
Discount vouchers, new logo, good branding;
The whorehouse’s trade was expanding!
Men quite well-to-do
Fucked a hooker or two,
Certain wowsers round town notwithstanding.
The honey pot
Said his father, “A word of advice;
Tits and pussies and bums may entice,
Which is all very well,
But the thing, truth to tell,
Is a chap’s fucking comes at a price!”
A cad and a bounder
Pretty-faced, (though her nose rather rostral),
He used and abused her, the wastrel!
She sat in a pout,
His seed dribbling out
Of her pussy, her mouth and one nostril.
Blurred aesthetic
“Fuck that dork? Not without anaesthetic!”
She said. “God! He’s bloody pathetic!”
She gave him a root,
Later, pissed as a newt,
So her words turned out rather prophetic.
Toy story
It does take quite remarkable poise,
With one’s cunt full of one of one’s toys,
When one comes in the street,
To pretend it’s the heat,
And not make inappropriate noise.
Horoscope
Pisces, Virgo, their stars were aligned,
So they rooted. Love’s after all blind!
That particular night
It just seemed sort of right,
To just fuck, and she didn’t much mind.