A great artist, and rich, was old Pablo,
But also a rogue, el diablo!
Unfaithful as hell,
There’s so much one could tell,
Pero, español yo no hablo!
Come hither
The poor boy got himself in a dither;
Her look said distinctly “Come hither!”
He stifled a groan;
Her legs straddled his own,
As he felt his erecting cock slither.
The pimp
The girl’s pimp was a bastard and heartless,
Insensitive, brutal and artless;
She married a john
Who’d proposed, whereupon
The said pimp was left skint, pissed and tartless!
Direct marketing
Said he, out on the town and carousing,
“I say, lass, that’s rather arousing!”
Said she “Chilly, outdoors.
“Forty quid, and I’m yours!”
“Oh my goodness!” said he. “No! Just browsing.”
Tasty tart
He said “Darling, please don’t think me boorish;
That skirt, though, does make you look whore-ish.
Your cleavage, what’s more,
Is too much to ignore!
The whole package, in fact, is quite more-ish!”
Inner thoughts
By her lustfulness tortured infernally,
Damned though she’d be, then, eternally,
Much as she’d tried,
Having felt it outside,
How she yearned, now, to feel it internally!
The thinking man’s crumpet
People call her “the thinking man’s crumpet”;
She’s more like the drinking man’s strumpet!
She says “What’s up Doc?”
While she rubs a man’s cock;
When it’s hard, lewdly winking, she’ll hump it!
Viking lads
When young vikings would gather, they met
To bump heads, and to blather, and get
Drunk on ale or mead,
Bed a wench, splash their seed
‘Twixt her loins, in a lather of sweat!
Wide eyes and wide thighs
‘Twas a thing to astound and bewilder!
The way that it grew! How it filled her!
Still half yet to go!
Quite impossible … though…
She’d damn get it all in, if it killed her!
Yesterday’s rooster
He was grumpy, pot-bellied and grizzled,
But strong as a bull, and long-pizzled.
Back then, in his youth,
Girls had swooned! Now, in truth,
His cock twitched at best, dribbled and fizzled.