He was hung like a horse, so she heard,
She invited him in, undeterred.
First a gin, to relax,
And then down to tin tacks;
Arse or pussy? Whiche’er he preferred!
Not her day
Hard to say; was one awful bit worst?
He at least used a condom… It burst.
Then the louse, bold as brass,
Stuck his cock up her arse…
Without pausing to even spit first!
Cherry picking
She seemed not to mind too much undressing;
A virgin, perhaps, he was guessing,
A bit shy, not very,
And losing her cherry
Not something she found too distressing.
Lone wolf
He was hard to get on with, a loner,
The girl spoiled, dumb, and a moaner.
He should have called quits,
But the curve of her tits,
And her arse gave him such a damn boner!
Choirgirl
A young choirgirl, basically moral,
Got into a quite nasty quarrel,
With some rude bitch who
Said that everyone knew
Her main talent was oral, not choral!
Out in the open
She was caught naked, fucking outdoors;
When asked why, she just said “Just because …
Fucking life’s such a bore!
Why not act like a whore?
And if that doesn’t suit you, up yours!”
German crumpet
A young jewess once tried to inveigle
Dull Georg Wilhelm Friedrich damn Hegel,
(Wink. Come on upstairs!)
Into sampling her wares;
Come on Georg, have a bit of my bagel!
The simple life
In them hills, life’s all beer and skittles;
Ma cooks, Pa drinks moonshine and whittles.
No TV, no light,
So they jist fuck all night.
All a man needs is pussy and victuals!
Dashed hopes
The poor girl sat at home and just moped.
She’d been kissed, promised things, squeezed and groped;
She’d have rooted him too,
If he’d asked. All too true!
How she wished that she had, then eloped!
Teacher’s pets
She was rather well-stacked, for a teacher;
Small wonder, perhaps, she should feature,
In silly lewd schemes,
Closet wanks and wet dreams
Of the boys in her classes, poor creature!