A girl’s hymen’s a thin thing and frail,
Which, lest a girl’s charms should go stale,
For reasons unknown,
Is remarkably prone,
With some slight inward pressure, to fail.
Beyond the pale
A good girl, till she went off the rails,
She runs round with single white males.
She screws and drinks gin
With her partners in sin,
In comparison with whom she pales.
Castles in the air
A rich Texan, who bought Windsor Castle,
Then, not without quite a big hassle,
Transported his palace,
Rebuilt it in Dallas,
And hired a maid and a vassal.
Something in the air
He drew near her, catching a whiff
Of her muskiness, wondering if
She, as randy as he,
Wanted him, and if she
Had yet noticed his cock getting stiff.
Comings and goings
She used often have men come to visit,
Who spoke of her charms as exquisite.
She made love in ways
Meant to thrill and amaze;
That they came, then, is no surprise, is it?
Less meat
Other girls fancy handsome, dumb jocks,
Or else rock stars, pants hugging their cocks;
But a sensitive guy,
A bit thin, a bit shy,
Who likes cooking, is what ticks her box!
Umming and ahhing
She’d enjoyed his soft clitoral strumming,
His going down on her, while humming,
But, having got in,
Soon the pleasure wore thin,
And she wished he would be more forthcoming!
Karma (sutra)
She made love to him, once, out of charity;
Later this caused some hilarity!
Word got around,
And, she happily found,
Her good deed helped her own popularity.
So he reckoned
With a wink and a gesture, she beckoned;
Bold, buxom, delightfully fecund,
The young snatch of whom,
In a small upstairs room,
He could be up, and would, in a second!
Upper class twit
In his youth, he was gormless and feckless,
Dressed up like a pig in a necklace;
He went to good schools,
Filled with similar fools,
And emerged more moronic and reckless.