Having lured her up to his room,
She, alas, met the usual doom;
A few glasses of port,
And then jolly fine sport
With the virginal parts of guess whom!
No-go zone
She said “Sorry, big fella, don’t touch!
I won’t give you a rain-check, as such…
Let’s just call it a yes-pass
To come back and trespass
Sometime…anytime, pretty much!”
Penance
The young housekeeper thought it quite odd
That the priest drank and argued with God,
Cried “I’m weak and defiled!
You must punish me, child!
Beat my arse, girl, and don’t spare the rod!”
Demerit points
Handsome rogue, with his bloody Mercedes,
His charm and his way with the ladies,
His ludicrous mirth!
Root whomever on Earth,
He’d be buggered, not least, down in Hades!
Left to her own devices
“That’s a rather alarming device”,
She exclaimed. “Could you be more precise,
As to just where it goes?
Oh! In there! Heaven knows …
From it’s shape, it might even be nice!
Audacity
Though she did show a certain audacity,
One had to doubt her capacity,
Tiny and thin
To fit all of it in,
But she did, with grit, spit and tenacity!
Waste not, want not
She was plainly hard up, the poor lass,
Just a cheap little slut, to be crass!
Though he found it distasteful,
It seemed rather wasteful
To not fuck the trollop, alas!
Some skin in the game
To have lost on three aces! Raw deal!
Already nude, thus the ordeal.
It cost her a fuck!
She sat, cursing her luck.
”Lighten up, bitch,” he said. “It’s your deal.”
Gourmand
It occasioned a bit of a scuffle;
Her cunt smelled of nutmeg and truffle.
Nice mouth-feel too,
Mushroom-meaty to chew,
And well worth the ensuing kerfuffle!
The spangled drongo
The boss cocky, at whose job he angled,
Whose daughter’s hand, temptingly dangled,
He’d said could be his,
Led him on, but gee whizz!
What a drongo, however much spangled!