Gone fishin

Does she love him? Nah! Not even fond.
There must be bigger fish in the pond!
Yeah, to tell the damn truth,
She’s just wasting her youth…
Trash his car. Take her jewels. Abscond!

Acquiescence

It would seem he would not be denied,
She’d refused, at least, anyway, tried…
And that being the case,
She thought, where’s the disgrace?
“If you must, then you may, sir,” she sighed.

Bad joke

She thought “This is a bit of a drag!”
Yes, she’d gone out to look for a shag,
And went home with this bloke,
Is he playing a joke?
I mean… what’s with the handcuffs and gag?

Honesty

My one talent, she told the guy, smirking,
Is getting my kit off and twerking…
My tits and my bum…
Might not seem much to some,
But pays good, and it’s better than working!

Witch-hunt

Who’d have wanted to be a damn witch?
Dobbed in likely, by some local snitch,
Shunned and feared, called names,
Or consigned to the flames,
Persecuted for sport by the rich.