She rolled over and wiped herself, wearily,
Watched the man watching her, blearily.
What was his name?
Once they grunted and came,
Men resembled each other quite eerily.
Slip of the tongue
When she told him “I love you”, it merely
Rolled off her tongue and was sheerly
Dumb verbal luck;
Still, the preceding fuck
Had been nice, though she’d put it so queerly!
Love the one you're with
Though she swore that she loved the boy dearly,
Maybe, too, meant it sincerely,
Feeling that way
With whomever she lay,
Well, who knows whom she loved, or more nearly?
Workplace relations
Jones, the gardener, grew madly jealous
Of Wilbur, the groom, who’d screwed Alice,
The scullery maid,
For which slight she now paid,
As he rooted her, tied to the trellis!
The bottom line
The third blonde from the left would be suitable,
Maybe… in fact, indisputable:
Nice face, great figure,
(Tits could have been bigger).
On balance, though, totally rootable!
Fringe benefit
He likes pubic hair, just a nice fringe,
Neatly trimmed, with perhaps a red tinge,
But the “Hitler’s moustache”
He thinks rather too harsh,
And a fully-shaved cunt makes me cringe!
Flash-back
In the fifties, men’s stay-at-home wives
Cooked and cleaned, and devoted their lives
To the bread-winner, who
Mostly used them to screw,
Much as women’s fate, now, still contrives.
The appraisal
He was tall, dark and handsome, and beddable…
Big dick, girls whispered… quite edible!
One girl who knew,
Having thrown him a screw,
Said the work-out she got was incredible!
Give an inch
Though a flirt, and a bit of a tease,
Still, she’d let his hand up past her knees,
And once having got there,
Stockings, dress, underwear
Were discarded with relative ease!
Easy come, easy go
Getting in her was almost too easy;
Her fanny was loose-lipped and greasy,
Her tits big and floppy,
The fit rather sloppy,
The whole thing, in fact, a bit sleazy.