God and stuff, things reputedly holy,
She didn’t believe in, not wholly.
She liked booze, the pub,
Footy games, and the club,
And one Saturday night fucked the goalie!
Tag: booze
Her personal Hell
In a hot, foetid corner of Hell,
She crouched, thinking “What’s worst? The damn smell?
Being buggered and raped,
By things monstrously shaped?
Or no drugs and no booze? Hard to tell.”
Finders keepers
When he found her, he thought “Jeepers creepers!
Stark naked, passed out… finders keepers!
Astonishing luck!”
He partook of a fuck,
Thinking “Thanks God, for booze and sound sleepers!”
Rude awakening
At the party she drank too much booze,
And lay down on the couch for a snooze…
She woke up oozing cum
From her pussy and bum,
Silly girl, at a loss to know whose!
Liquor’s quicker
She leaned close, lovely tits falling out,
Bleary-eyed, she slurred “C’mon, your shout!”
(Nudge, nudge, wink, pregnant pause),
“One more drink, and I’m yours!”
Sex and booze! That’s what life’s all about!
Anybody’s
She has two joys in life, sex and booze.
Not particular much who she screws.
Swap a fuck for a drink…
It saves having to think…
This or that bloke? Or choose.
The sure thing
She’s reportedly fond of the booze,
Not particular much whom she screws;
For the cost of a drink,
And a nudge and a wink,
It would seem that a fella can’t lose!
Hospitality
A nice long outdoor lunch, a bit boozy;
She suddenly felt rather woozy.
Next thing, she was nude,
Being noisily screwed
By her host, in his backyard jacuzzi!
The cocktail party
From flirtation to fuck, things went normally,
Later that night, though, more stormily.
Maybe the booze.
His fault? Hers? Who knows whose,
When, as yet, they still hadn’t met formally?
Modern ethos
She smokes dope, she’s a bit of a boozer,
But not, like, a regular user.
She hangs mostly with guys;
They root sometimes. Surprise!
Just for fun. She’s not some kind of loser!