The machine still has one or two faults;
Some burnt hair, small electrical jolts
To the internal parts,
Women though, once it starts,
Do implore one to crank up the volts!
Logical fallacy
God! Men’s logic was so hard to follow!
He’d dumped her! She felt sort of hollow.
What more could she do?
Gave him head, fucked him too!
Maybe threesomes? Or else learn to swallow.
Antisocial media
Well of course, she was sort of offended,
Not only because it had ended,
Her Facebook romance…
Once he’d got in her pants…
It was more being fucked… then un-friended.
The scale of things
“I’d have done it before, if I’d known!”
She said, “Shit, it beats wanking alone!”
“So, was losing my cherry
Traumatic? Not very.
Much less, say, than losing my phone!”
The sap rising
The old girl was still cheeky and spry.
“My tits droop, but my pussy ain’t dry!”
She exclaimed with a grin.
“Go ahead. Stick it in!
Goodness knows, it’s at least worth a try!”
Vagina dentata
In old myths the vagina dentata
Made men-folk persona non grata.
Men braving the curse
Lost their pricks! Sometimes worse!
A quick blow-job might just have been smarter!
Raison d’être
Young French mothers, their children in crêches,
Bathe, shave, powder, perfume their fleshes,
And have liaisons
In hôtels or maisons,
Which wild appetite each fuck refreshes!
The Incredible Hulk
Is he following her, lurking, skulking?
The big ugly brute, bloody hulking!
He asked for a fuck,
And she laughed…Just her luck,
To get raped, if he’s angry or sulking!
Understandably so
She’d gone suddenly silent and pensive.
The word “fuck” she’d found quite offensive,
And “cunt” too, and “cock”,
And his size was a shock.
She was plainly a bit apprehensive.
Elasticity of demand
The fuck, frankly, was not that fantastic;
Her big tits turned out to be plastic,
But boy! What a fit!
And he had to admit
She was certainly enthusiastic!