A theatrical lady called Iris
Contracted a serious virus;
She screamed, crossed her eyes,
Clutched her breast, splayed her thighs
And infarcted her cingulate gyrus!
Category: PG
Parental guidance recommended
Haematemesis
The spewing of blood, haematemesis,
Has long been the scourge and the nemesis
Of nervous dyspeptics
Despite certain sceptics,
And patrons of pubs (licenced premises.)
Circumcision
One should not undertake circumcision,
Except with the utmost precision;
A negligent slip
Of the knife round the tip
Leaves one precious small chance of revision!
Bougainvillea
There’s a drug from the plant bougainvillea
Which alters your internal milieu;
Take it in tea
And you’ll publicly pee,
Take your clothes off, or something far sillier!
Analgesic nephropathy
A young housewife who ate APCs
And whose kidneys have died by degrees,
Lives on haemodialysis
And sends for analysis
Whatever, whenever she pees.
Not wet behind the ears
Not too bright, but she wasn’t that dim…
When he said “Do you fancy a swim?”
He just wanted, to get
Her ass naked and wet,
She knew, not just some innocent whim.
Out there
Her new dress was… umm… more than suggestive,
The look, what there was of it festive…
Bows here and there…
She went out, for a dare,
And the natives were bug-eyed and restive!
Mindfulness and attachment
So… she’s there. The monk’s teaching the dharma…
He’s young… cute… a regular charmer!
So… give it a go?
He can only say no…
If he does, well that’s just fucking karma!
The arranged marriage
Though her parents meant well, still she hated
Not having had boyfriends, not dated…
No flirting, no kissing,
The things she was missing…
A fucking brood mare, to be mated!
A suspicious mind
When she laughed, her tits jiggled deliciously…
Stroking his cock surreptitiously,
“That’s a nice dress,”
he said
“What? Yeah, I guess.”
She said, eyeing the bastard suspiciously.