She was young, she was drunk and a honey,
Thought getting her tits out was funny!
The joke went too far:
She passed out in the bar,
And woke up, nude and screwed, in the dunny.
The company she keeps
At black masses, young witches consort
With the Devil and lewdly cavort.
They swallow the semens
Of beasts and of demons,
And burn at the stake, if they’re caught.
Old time religion
The old bishops of Rome once exhorted
That heretics had to be slaughtered,
Flayed, burnt at the stake,
(Though sometimes by mistake),
Jews and Protestants hung, drawn and quartered.
No picnic
Though she’d heard making love was no picnic:
Foreplay, she found out, was a quick lick,
A grope of her tits,
(Which just thrilled her to bits),
And then in to the hilt with his thick prick.
Blind Freddie
A young woman, who scorned underwear,
Said “I like a cool breeze under there,
And I shave off the hair,
And bend over a chair,
So Blind Freddie can fuck me, not wonder where!”
A pirate's life
A pirate’s life’s all blood and thunder;
They rape and they pillage and plunder,
Take lesser men’s lives,
Ravish daughters and wives,
Tearing clothing and hymens asunder.
One man’s paradise
There was once an old islamic mullah,
Whose love-life could not have been duller.
He craved after-life,
With no nagging old wife,
Full of virgins of each race and colour!
Inky
She was pierced and studded and inky,
Her dress was revealing and slinky.
She purred, as he gaped,
“First, I want to be raped,
Then perhaps something rather more kinky.
Up in the hills
All those redneck folks up in the hills,
Drinking moonshine and watching their stills,
Screw their siblings and cousins,
Have kids by the dozens
Shoot critters and fight, for cheap thrills.
Uplifting
They made love, standing up, in the lift:
It was daring, erotic and swift,
And apart from the thrill,
There was no hotel bill:
It was done less from lust than from thrift!