Poor Cyrano, big nose, big moustache,
Still effected a certain panache,
But Roxanne (what a shock!)
Said she wished that his cock
Was as big as his nose! A bit harsh.
Apollo
That olympian fucker, Apollo,
A bit of a hard act to follow,
Could root nymphs for hours,
His priapic powers
Incredible! (Well, hard to swallow.)
Fickle fortune
She was strait-laced, a prude and a stickler…
Her husband could not have been fickler…
One night, just for fun,
He quite brought her undone,
With champagne and a rubber French tickler/
Skinning a cat
Though his plan to seduce her was thwarted,
She nonetheless offered assorted
Alternative ways
To delight and amaze,
And he came so damn hard his eyes watered!
Fair call
“You’re a damned slut!” her husband said snidely.
“Well, yes, I do spread myself widely”,
She said, with a smile.
“It’s more fun, by a mile,
Than to sit round and scratch my cunt idly!”
Playing hard ball
Accidentally, quite unintended,
What started as just fun descended
To what? Not quite rape,
Though she couldn’t escape …
She was totally fucked! (Pun intended.)
Taken for a ride
New in town, fancy cars, neon lights;
A man offered to show her the sights.
She woke minus her purse,
And her phone, and what’s worse,
Her virginity, panties and tights!
God’s omniscience
She’s a dancer, she tells him, off-Broadway.
A stripper. Who cares? (The good Lord may…)
Does God really care
If crude drunken men stare,
While she takes off her clothes in a bored way?
The cost of doing business
In a downtown hotel in LA
A young hooker sucked off the valet,
The security crew
And a porter or two,
A few guests. What a fucking melee!
The eye of the needle
Where a girl’s bum and inner thighs meet,
The vagina sits, snug and discreet,
Tucked up, out of the way,
Like a smocked ruffle, say,
Or a nice, neat, inverted box pleat.