The priest, watching her licking her lolly,
Thought “What a good looker, by golly!
To squeeze her young breast…
Sin which ought be confessed…
And to fuck her! God! That would be jolly!
Tag: abuse
If
If you weren’t my damn boss, which you are,
I’d be getting straight out of your car,
She said. Gimme a break!
I’m eighteen, for fucksake!
Get your fuckin hand out of my bra!
After dinner
“You’re a fine looking girl,” he says slyly.
“Umm…Thank you my lord,” she says shyly.
He squeezes her breasts,
And he turns to his guests…
“Not quite ripe enough yet,” he say dryly.
Trespass
Though the evidence wasn’t conclusive,
As far as it’s being abusive,
To fuck her did seem
(And a court would so deem),
At the very least, somewhat intrusive.
A lack of propriety
Mister Beasel, the sweatshop proprietor
Cast a long, lecherous eye at her;
Pretty, deaf-mute,
She’d be lovely to root,
Like the other poor girls, only quieter!
Friends and neighbours
Emma-Jean’s moods were wild and erratic;
Shy, scared, angry, horny, ecstatic;
The strange next-door kid
And her brother’s friends did
Such rude things to her, up in the attic!
The cad
It was all lies, deceit, a vile ruse,
To seduce her, bamboozle, confuse…
And the cad had his way…
Though she begged him to stay,
He found some other girl to abuse.
On a mission
Though a priest of the Roman religion,
Of morals he had not a smidgen!
A swine before pearls,
He corrupted young girls
In Swahili and Hindu and Pidgin.