Sideshows, freaks, all the fun of the fair,
Tattooed lady, her titties all bare!
For a buck on the side,
She’ll lie back, open wide,
To show snakes and rude words, tattooed there!
Coulrophobia
The big top, late at night. Bip the Clown,
Orange hair, big red nose, painted frown,
In a comical rage,
In the big lion cage,
Fucks a drunk, giggling girl from the town.
Moral danger
An unruly girl, bolshy to govern,
She ran wild, drank, fucked, joined a coven;
Drugs, orgies, all that!
Well, she soon had a brat
On each tit, and a bun in the oven!
The fine print
Call me cynical, dull doubting Thomas,
But never believe a girl’s promise
Of faithfulness, love;
Sex and stealth, hand in glove!
While they fuck us they keep themselves from us!
The apprentice
Arms and legs round him gripped like a boa!
She stopped him mid-fuck, shouting “Whoa!
Go back to the start;
When we get to this part,
Next time harder! And deeper! And slower!”
The secret life of religious fundamentalists
She made love with a strange sort of zeal,
A passion she couldn’t conceal.
It seemed, although odd,
She’d forget about God,
And get off doing something more real!
Prostituting her art
Posing naked for artists might fetch
A few bucks, cold and bored, while they sketch.
But she thought, What the hell?
Why not fuck them as well,
For a little bit extra? Poor wretch!
Over it
Ruined woman. The usual tale,
Of love misplaced, sex and betrayal.
She made up her mind
That she’d go out and find
A new lover, but maybe not male.
Funny business
Sex was quite fun, according to rumour.
Her girlfriend, an avid consumer,
Said try it with toys,
And then move on to boys,
Which quite tickled her sick sense of humour!
A knotty problem
Having tried it, though not much enthused,
Bondage, whips, she was rather confused.
Would she do it again?
She came hard, true, but then,
Was it love, or just being abused?