The lewd manner in which she behaved,
And the fact that her fanny was shaved,
Led, despite good intentions,
To acts no-one mentions,
With which the road hellwards is paved!
At her majesty's pleasure
Big black dildo or pink? Which to choose?
She had only herself to amuse.
The blue vibrating one?
Or all three might be fun.
Fuck ’em all! What’s a girl got to lose?
Orientation
Oriental girls, bloody inscrutable,
Beautiful! Ever so rootable!
Musky perfumes,
Spicy taste, one assumes,
Made for sex, or at least very suitable.
The rake
From the cut of his suit, much in vogue,
To his manners and charming Scotch brogue,
He did seem so refined
That the girls didn’t mind
Being fucked and abandoned, the rogue!
Perspective
Though she suffers from senile dementia,
Can’t think where she left her top denture,
She sleeps well at night,
Small things bring her delight,
And each day is a brand new adventure!
The staff of life
She preferred, when she could, to go nude…
In her speech and her actions quite lewd…
“Life is short!” she would say,
In her nice sluttish way,
“And a fuck’s as important as food!”
Arcadian interlude
The nymph fled from the goatish god, Pan,
His prick thick as the arm of a man,
But the randy old satyr,
Determined to mate her,
Grew harder, the harder she ran.
Sage advice
“Girl,” said Gran, “Choose a man who’s well hung,
And get plenty of sex, while you’re young.
When you’re old and decayed,
Then you’ll wish you’d been laid
More and better, and been less high-strung.
The plumber
“One who measures one’s depth is a plumber,”
She thought, feeling glummer and glummer.
“He’s plumbed me all day,
In his tradesman-like way,
In fact, day and night, most of the summer!”
The flagellant
Though she knew her desires were odd,
Sex and pain brought her closer to God.
She was often, thus, found,
Screaming, naked and bound,
“God, I’m coming! and “Don’t spare the rod!