The knight’s wife in her chastity belt,
In the church, where she piously knelt,
Where she’d gone to confess,
Cursed her God, nonetheless,
For the lot in this life she’d been dealt.
For the blacksmith such passion she felt,
When she saw him her poor heart would melt,
Pain she could not assuage,
With her cunt in a cage,
And what’s more, she was certain she smelt!
Tag: chastity belt
Well hung
A young squire was trapped by his tongue,
In a chastity belt that was sprung:
He was saved from this plight,
By her husband, the knight,
To be after drawn, quartered and hung!
Drone
Her new chastity belt has two holes,
And a range of electrical poles,
Interchangeable cocks
With snap-fastening locks,
Which her husband remotely controls!