Said a naive young girl, “Though I yearn,
I don’t quite know which way I should turn,
But if given a chance,
If we take off our pants,
I’ll soon show you I’m willing to learn!”
Virgin in name only
Form guide
It’s been poor form since heaven knows when,
To enjoy a stray root , now and then:
Though of course, it’s not done,
When it is, it’s such fun,
That we do it again and again!
Myths and legends
That the viking king, Olaf was vain,
One used often hear wenches complain:
At the sexual act,
Poor old Ollie, in fact,
Was a good, but not truly great Dane
Yellow rain
Sweating the little stuff
Having scoffed down too much gin and tonic,
She waxed, in a word, histrionic,
And made much ado
About one little screw
That was meant to be simply platonic!
Friendly neighbours
The decline in this town’s moral tone
Was just yesterday once again shown,
When I twice or thrice more
Fucked the woman next door,
Whom I have from her husband on loan.
Masque
I would find it a difficult task,
To recall whom I screwed at the masque:
Incognito conditions
Make girls’ inhibitions
So few that one hardly need ask!
Black market
In the war of the sexes, the tactic
Of offering white girls a black dick,
While either produce
An outpouring of juice,
Or they’ll find it quite anticlimactic.
Cumming through the rye
They’re a canny old people, the Scotch,
To get lassies to dance, while they watch,
And with nae hint of guilt,
Watch the swirl of the kilt,
For a glimpse of a bushy young crotch!