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The whorehouse’s trade was expanding!
Men quite well-to-do
Fucked a hooker or two,
Certain wowsers round town notwithstanding.
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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.
Social skills
A rich daddy, a big house and maids;
She was courted by dashing young blades.
She played bridge and sipped tea,
But loved sex and by gee…
When she went down, she went down in spades!
Truth or Dare
When she finally came up for air,
Naked, sweaty, her cunt worse for wear,
Titties bruised, her arse sore,
Swollen lips, aching jaw,
“Win or lose,” she thought, “Fuck Truth or Dare!”
Repeat offender
A recidivist, vile, unfrocked abbot
Was caught making love to a rabbit;
The very same act,
For which he had been sacked!
He could not, so it seemed, kick the habit.
Actions speak louder than words
His talk of love, facile and cloying,
She found quite intensely annoying.
Why couldn’t the brute
Just get on with the root,
Which she’d been till then, rather enjoying?