It does take quite remarkable poise,
With one’s cunt full of one of one’s toys,
When one comes in the street,
To pretend it’s the heat,
And not make inappropriate noise.
Beauty and the Beast
Beauty (Belle) fell in love with the Beast
(Long of fang, unattractively fleeced),
For his charm and his wit,
And, (she blushed to admit),
For his donkey-sized cock, last, not least!
Horoscope
Pisces, Virgo, their stars were aligned,
So they rooted. Love’s after all blind!
That particular night
It just seemed sort of right,
To just fuck, and she didn’t much mind.
Social skills
A rich daddy, a big house and maids;
She was courted by dashing young blades.
She played bridge and sipped tea,
But loved sex and by gee…
When she went down, she went down in spades!
Truth or Dare
When she finally came up for air,
Naked, sweaty, her cunt worse for wear,
Titties bruised, her arse sore,
Swollen lips, aching jaw,
“Win or lose,” she thought, “Fuck Truth or Dare!”
The message is the medium
Drunk and cheeky, in retrospect, rash,
She’d pulled down her dress, gave him a flash.
Though she hadn’t quite meant
The wrong message it sent,
He said “Nice tits, yep. Show us yer gash!”
Repeat offender
A recidivist, vile, unfrocked abbot
Was caught making love to a rabbit;
The very same act,
For which he had been sacked!
He could not, so it seemed, kick the habit.
Actions speak louder than words
His talk of love, facile and cloying,
She found quite intensely annoying.
Why couldn’t the brute
Just get on with the root,
Which she’d been till then, rather enjoying?
Relative merit
How on earth did that old myth begin,
That a girl shouldn’t root kith and kin?
What with condoms and such,
Does it matter so much,
Whose damn cock she ends up with within?
Sexual logistics
The most timid girl comes to know lust.
Lust implies penetration, so must
Suggest fucking some way,
Straight, or weird, or gay;
Cunts, thank god, though, are pretty robust!