Bloody hell! That’s her copy-book blotted!
Damn fool, to have been so besotted!
Her Mum’s little cough!
Tits out, sucking him off!
She should just have said go and get knotted.
Tag: blotted copy book
Almost immaculate
Other women, perhaps hold a grudge,
Call her slut; who are they, though to judge?
Though she’s not yet his wife,
On the page of her life
Is no blot, just a bit of a smudge.