What I thought the young lady had said
Was she wanted to take me to bed,
But the way that she screamed
When I fucked her , it seemed
That I must have been somehow misled!
Tag: consent
The benefit of hindsight
Said Miss Wrigley, “I might have refused,
Had I known I’d be sorely abused:
You have plied with such strength
Your inordinate length
That my fanny is swollen and bruised!”
On reflection
If she’d only had time to reflect…
But she didn’t so much as suspect
His unworthy intentions,
Before his dimensions
Persuaded her not to object
The threat
“You will not dare, I hope,” said Lorette,
“To do things that you’d later regret:
Though I wish you no harm,
I shall break your right arm,
If you try to do more than just pet!
Virgin in name only
Sweating the little stuff
Having scoffed down too much gin and tonic,
She waxed, in a word, histrionic,
And made much ado
About one little screw
That was meant to be simply platonic!
Masque
I would find it a difficult task,
To recall whom I screwed at the masque:
Incognito conditions
Make girls’ inhibitions
So few that one hardly need ask!
Trial by jury
There’s a naughty young lady called Coorey,
Who worked a bloke into a fury:
She said no (wink), (nudge).
Did she mean yes? You judge,
And we twelve next in line will be jury.
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!”
Put in his place
Said Miss Vanderbilt, “Please, sir, no more!
I insist that you promptly withdraw!
I reserve my vagina
For something much finer
Than what may be done with a whore!”