True, her dress was revealing and tight,
But to say she’d deserved it was trite;
Had he twisted her arm?
She’d resisted his charm,
Though perhaps not as hard as she might!
Wedding breakfast
She’d had certain misgivings, quite rightly,
But woke up next day bright and sprightly,
Cooked bacon and eggs,
On her rubbery legs;
A tight squeeze, but it’s best to fit tightly!
Bending to his will
Vile deception, with wicked intent!
She’d agreed, (but her words had been bent),
To his putting it in,
Quite enthused, to begin,
Although not in the hole where it went!
Angels on the head of a pin
The discussion became esoteric;
“The term virgin,” shouted one cleric,
“Still does not preclude
That she might yet be screwed
In ways other than fucking generic!”
Spin
“Lot 15, a white girl!” cried the seller.
“Observe her remarkable pallor!
Still has all her teeth,
And the parts underneath
Scarcely used! Almost virgin! Praise Allah!”
Re: Capitulation
“Though you marriage may be somewhat dull,”
Said her lawyer, “the grounds to annul,
Sadly do not include
One’s just not being screwed
As one wants. Get it into your skull!
Aries in the ascendant
She was Virgo, he Aries, the Ram…
Though he secretly gave not a damn
For the stars, things celestial,
Being more bestial…
Do unto ewe, and then scram!
Nature study
Naked, out in the woods, in the drizzle,
She fondles her stallion’s great pizzle.
It stiffens, of course,
So a man, like a horse,
If she does this to him, maybe his’ll.
Res ipso loquitur
The girl’s dress, gauzy, brief, rather racy,
Her underwear, skimpy and lacy,
Per se constituted
Consent to be rooted,
Incitement to crime, prima facie.
Catch of the day
A young mermaid, a nice tasty morsel,
From poop deck to fo’c’sle to fores’l!
A strange fish they’d caught.
The crew, after some thought,
Fucked her pectoral, ventral and dorsal!