They went out in the bus, not a cab.
Later on, at his flat, (rather drab),
He put on the hard word,
(Always did, so she’d heard).
Fair enough, since he’d picked up the tab.
Making a virtue of necessity
He was rough, and a bit of a lech.
He just stripped her and fucked her, poor wretch!
Foreplay? None of the sort!
“Lucky, ain’t it,” she thought.
“Pussies self-lubricate, and they stretch!”
Outrageous fortune
As a girl, her fond dream, which took wings,
Not to be, in the grand scheme of things…
No sweet children, no house,
Garden, dog, doting spouse…
Just a series of sad, sordid flings.
Listen to your elders
As she aged, Gran, once harsh, seemed to soften:
“My girl,” she once said, “have sex often!
Go out, get a man;
Root as much as you can,
‘Cause you won’t get fucked much in the coffin!”
Getting it off her chest
When he buried his face in her chest,
Tweaked her nipple or fondled a breast,
She’d just sigh, roll her eyes,
Say “What gives with you guys?
They’re just tits! God, you make me depressed!”
Have some madeira, m’dear!
As she sipped her third glass of madeira,
He moved, inch by inch, ever nearer.
He kissed her soft lips;
His hands circled her hips,
His cock hard, his intentions now clearer!
Buttery
Jiggs, the butler went white as a ghost!
Butter dripped off m’lady’s hot toast
And bespattered her breast,
(She was carelessly dressed),
Which was bigger, (well, both were) than most!
Upstairs, downstairs
In her little room, up in the attic,
The maid’s heart thumped, wild and erratic!
She stifled her cries;
The Duke spread her white thighs,
Calm, imperious, aristocratic.
Kippers
As the Mistress tucked into her kippers,
Bare-breasted, in nightgown and slippers,
The butler stood by
(And the cook’s son and I,
Hidden, smirking, cocks straining at zippers!)
The cad
It was all lies, deceit, a vile ruse,
To seduce her, bamboozle, confuse…
And the cad had his way…
Though she begged him to stay,
He found some other girl to abuse.