“Well, she said. “We can either elope,
Go get married, and bugger the pope,
Or… I just won’t say yes…
You can rip off my dress,
Tie me up… Look, I brought my own rope!”
Tag: consent
Showing her cards
Despite his mates’ ragging and scoffing,
He judged, by the wine she was quaffing,
(A bottle so far),
And not wearing a bra,
There was likely a root in the offing.
Goldilocks, not
It was damp in the woods, cold and drizzly,
His cock like a bloody bull’s pizzle! He
Scratched, bit and growled,
She felt helpless, befouled.
It was like being fucked by a grizzly!
Rationalisation
Quite hung-over, next day, when she woke,
In a motel, with some hairy bloke,
Neatly folded black dress,
She thought “Guess I said yes,
Which it’s too late, I guess, to revoke.”
In an ivory tower
The poor chap, just a wee bit fanatical
Spent his entire sabbatical,
Working to show
A girl’s yes might mean no,
Or else, maybe, the nuance grammatical.
Calling her bluff
She’ll just grit her teeth, grin, and be strong.
Well, how long can a root take? Too long!
Though she led him on, yeah,
Still, it doesn’t seem fair!
How could things go so horribly wrong?
Augury
Her shirt buttons left mostly unclosed;
Was she favourably, then, disposed
To a roll in the hay?
If asked, what would she say?
Yes, he hoped, and correctly supposed!
The lie of the land
Well, a woman would have to be blind …
She’d known fellows before of his kind!
He’d seduce her, perhaps,
As had various chaps,
Which she’d found that she didn’t much mind!
Laissez faire
“Yeah”, she said, yawning, not much enthused.
”If you want.” God! One might be excused
For not bothering then,
But still, as would most men,
He thought “Fuck! Well she hasn’t refused!”
Ennui
Slightly drunk. half-undressed, she reclined.
He suggested a root. She declined,
Not from meanness or spite,
But then said “Oh, alright”,
Out of boredom, or just to be kind.