Poor wee delicate Angus Dunbarton
On cold morns was never a spartan:
The rest of the clan
Thought him less than a man,
To wear underwear under the tartan!
Category: AO
Adults only
Maiden
Medium fidelity
My new mistress, evasive and devious,
Asked had she acted mischievious,
Said “Not as such…
Well, not terribly much…
That is… nobody new, just my previous!”
Cad
Gilding the lily
When young women go out on a date,
It’s the primeval search for a mate,
So they groom and they dress
To entice and impress,
And try not to leave too much to fate.
Once a girl would have been chaperoned:
Private meetings were never condoned.
Well, back then that was great,
But these days kids don’t wait,
They hook up and get drunk or get stoned.
Now a girl does herself up as bait,
Almost serves herself up on a plate,
And behaviour’s routine,
Once thought lewd and obscene
Self respect and regrets come too late!
Not content with her natural state,
And obsessed with her body and weight,
A young girl now invests
In new super-size breasts,
Which go hard or cock-eyed, or deflate.
You could see it as funny or sad.
Modern girls are all stupid or mad.
They just can’t get it straight:
Why such distrust and hate
Of the natural beauty they had?
The direct approach
Though it’s not, strictly speaking, correct,
If the young lady doesn’t object,
You can bypass the hours
Of small talk and flowers,
And go to the fucking direct!
Trial by jury
There’s a naughty young lady called Coorey,
Who worked a bloke into a fury:
She said no (wink), (nudge).
Did she mean yes? You judge,
And we twelve next in line will be jury.
In the old days, of hot-rods and cola,
We all loved a nice rock ‘n’ roller,
Especially flirts,
In their short pleated skirts,
Not concerned about pushing a stroller.
Cave man
Laird of the ring
Every male of some Scottish clans
Wears a little brass ring through his glans,
And conceals thereby,
By a string down his thigh,
His life savings, in little tin cans.