She gave always a ready reception
To boys with their own contraception:
A thin piece of plastic,
Held on with elastic,
Sufficed, but was cruel deception!
Tag: condom
French letters
When I asked could Miss Smith take a letter,
She said “If it makes you feel better,
But really, without,
The old dull in-and-out
Is more friendly somehow, and much wetter!”
Reprehensible
What he did was a bit indefensible…
Sort of, like, incomprehensible…
Worse, had he not,
(And he almost forgot),
Used a condom, of course, which was sensible.
Withdrawal symptoms
She tried hard to recall, with a yawn,
Had or had not a condom been worn?
And, if not, when he came,
(What on earth was his name),
Had he, hopefully, maybe, withdrawn?
Not her day
Hard to say; was one awful bit worst?
He at least used a condom… It burst.
Then the louse, bold as brass,
Stuck his cock up her arse…
Without pausing to even spit first!
Spanish girls
The religious young women of Spain,
As a matter of faith, show disdain
For the birth-control pill,
And for condoms, (which spill),
Though they don’t therefore, thank God, abstain!
No bargain
She hissed “Psst! You want jiggy-jig mister?
Cash fifty bucks, me or my sister!
Give ten dollar more,
Both together! No sore!
No need rubber! Just very small blister!”
Blotted copy-book
A good catholic woman disdains
Using condoms, which rather explains,
If she doesn’t abstain,
How one knows where she’s lain,
From the wet spots and seminal stains.