As she aged, Gran, once harsh, seemed to soften:
“My girl,” she once said, “have sex often!
Go out, get a man;
Root as much as you can,
‘Cause you won’t get fucked much in the coffin!”
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Have some madeira, m’dear!
As she sipped her third glass of madeira,
He moved, inch by inch, ever nearer.
He kissed her soft lips;
His hands circled her hips,
His cock hard, his intentions now clearer!
Upstairs, downstairs
In her little room, up in the attic,
The maid’s heart thumped, wild and erratic!
She stifled her cries;
The Duke spread her white thighs,
Calm, imperious, aristocratic.
Kippers
As the Mistress tucked into her kippers,
Bare-breasted, in nightgown and slippers,
The butler stood by
(And the cook’s son and I,
Hidden, smirking, cocks straining at zippers!)
The cad
It was all lies, deceit, a vile ruse,
To seduce her, bamboozle, confuse…
And the cad had his way…
Though she begged him to stay,
He found some other girl to abuse.
Turning a buck
She depended on fucking financially,
Not by choice, just circumstantially,
Knowing the dangers…
The kindness of strangers,
Though, paid for her lifestyle substantially.
Fear of the unknown
At the sight of her cunt he took fright!
“Stick it in, lad,” she said. “It won’t bite!”
That might well have been true…
But, for all that he knew,
If he did as she said… it just might!
Motherhood
Motherhood is a thing to aspire to,
Consequent, some nine months prior, to
Fucking a man
(More than once, if one can),
Though some women have little desire to.
Short comings
His shortcomings she tried to accept,
Most, at least, even snoring, except
He (what wretched damn luck!)
Didn’t much like to fuck,
And, when made to, was bloody inept!
Quality of life
Just to have a bad heart was enough; it
Was worse being told he might snuff it
Through having a fag,
Or a drink, or a shag.
He thought “Well, if that’s life, you can stuff it!”