“I do hope you won’t take me for granted,
A poor girl, in love and enchanted,
Who couldn’t say no…
You bedazzled me so…
Harder! God! Yes! Yes! Harder!” she panted.
Poor Mum
“Oh my God! My poor Mum would be shocked!”
She exclaimed, as their joined bodies rocked.
“Look at me, bold as brass!”
She said, squeezing his arse,
With her legs round his back tightly locked.
Slut
She was known around town as a slut;
The false charge got her right in the gut!
Yeah, she did like a shag…
Did that make her a slag?
She was awfully good at it, but!
Blind date
She went out with him on a blind date;
He was gorgeous! Oh God! Was it fate?
She felt clammy and weak,
When he spoke, couldn’t speak;
Was it love, or just something she ate?
Post hoc, ergo propter hoc
To have screwed him she must have been mad!
But was nonetheless glad that she had.
She’d just wanted a root,
Didn’t love the big brute…
Well… perhaps… yes… she did… just a tad.
Kate and Jane
Kate and Jane have a similar figure;
(Kate’s tits are perhaps a bit bigger.)
They’re equally cute,
And they both love a root,
Although Jane, perhaps, roots with more vigour!
Hush, hush, whisper who dares
Though she wasn’t allowed out with boys,
She contented herself with her toys;
She’d kiss Mummy goodnight,
Then she’d switch off the light
And soon come, with a whimpering noise.
Flawed
The poor girl had just one fatal flaw,
She liked violence, sex, blood and gore;
It was all rather ghoulish,
Perverted and foolish,
And made her anaemic and sore!
Under their noses
When girls cheat on men under their noses,
Men’s love makes them blind, one supposes;
They might look like wrecks,
Bodies reeking of sex,
And yet still keep on coming up roses!
At the doctor
With her heart in her mouth she disrobes;
His cold hands press and squeeze her pink globes,
Then he shines a bright light
On her pussy, clenched tight,
Where his rubber-gloved finger now probes!