The decline in this town’s moral tone
Was just yesterday once again shown,
When I twice or thrice more
Fucked the woman next door,
Whom I have from her husband on loan.
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Masque
I would find it a difficult task,
To recall whom I screwed at the masque:
Incognito conditions
Make girls’ inhibitions
So few that one hardly need ask!
Black market
In the war of the sexes, the tactic
Of offering white girls a black dick,
While either produce
An outpouring of juice,
Or they’ll find it quite anticlimactic.
Cumming through the rye
They’re a canny old people, the Scotch,
To get lassies to dance, while they watch,
And with nae hint of guilt,
Watch the swirl of the kilt,
For a glimpse of a bushy young crotch!
On the market
She contracted her service to render,
And threw herself open to to tender:
She placed a reserve,
To discourage the perv,
But took bids irrespective of gender.
Supply and demand
In this sad economic recession,
It’s five dollars less for a session:
The best whore in town
Has her asking price down,
And some offer a student concession!
Putting on her face
To present to the world a neat quim,
One should give one’s short curlies a trim,
Add a touch of Chanel
To augment its own smell,
And dab lipstick and rouge round the rim.
Stroke play
Said a young tennis player, named Polly,
“I think making love is just jolly,
To athletic blokes,
With good depth to their strokes,
And who play my return on the volley!”
