Cried a dainty-finned, pretty young gudgeon,
“You horrible, mean old curmudgeon!
You won’t buy a pearl
For your favourite girl!”
And swam off in a fit of high dudgeon.
The quickie
She said “Mmm, do you fancy a quickie?”
His hand found her hot, moist and sticky,
Her tits nice to squeeze,
As she parted her knees.
“Just my cunt. From in front. Nothing tricky!”
Mitigation
Charged with riot and mayhem and mutiny,
Facing the judge’s harsh scrutiny,
What could he say,
When His Honour said “Pray,
Those dark maids in the East, did you root any?”
The beast within
Notwithstanding the girl’s brisk rebuff,
He gave in to an urge to be rough;
He tore off her nice dress;
She would later confess,
Though she’d cried, she could not get enough!
The aesthete
When he looked at girls’ breasts, a paralysis
Gripped him, but then, on analysis,
Later, alone,
(Had the poor girl but known),
He decided the best tits were Alice’s.
The bridal waltz
The bride whispered of pleasures in store;
An erection he couldn’t ignore
Strained his pants at the seams,
Though, except in their dreams,
Neither party had done it before!
Boner
The man’s penis was long, straight and narrow;
Her legs in his hands, like a barrow.
His cock, like a lance,
In this strenuous stance,
Drove her wild, filled and thrilled to the marrow!
Vis-a-vis
Said a cheeky young lady called Liz,
She’d show hers, if he’d also show his.
They went on with the game;
To the boy’s grief and shame,
She exclaimed “What? Is that all there is?”
The blossoming
She decided she must grasp the nettle,
Just praying her frayed nerves would settle,
And felt, in the holding,
Her body unfolding;
Each labium like a pink petal!
It adds up
In seduction, a girl may be dumb,
Yet get by, with this quick rule of thumb:
If a man likes her scent,
He’s a hundred percent
To just love how she twitches her bum!