She gets up on the stage for a dare…
She gets naked… Fuck, let the cunts stare!
Though her girlfriends yahoo,
And a few punters boo,
Fuck ’em all, right? She’s too drunk to care.
Tag: dare
Red rag
He’d been rough… fucking rough, no dispute…
Was it rape? Well, the question was moot…
It was more of a dare…
She’d said “See if I care…
Do your worst, you big, dumb, fucking brute!”
Daring
It was only a silly drunk dare, it
Was maybe a little unfair, it
Was sexist, somewhat,
But she figured why not
Drop her knickers and just grin and bare it?
Daisy and Rose
Daisy: “Look at that bloke over there…
Got a cock like a donkey, I swear!
Could ya fuck it, ya think?”
Rose: “I’d need a stiff drink…
But maybe… If ya make that a dare!”
Don’t slide down the bannister
Naked, sliding downstairs, back-to-front,
For a dare… Silly juvenile stunt.
Went down licketty-split…
Got a blistery tit,
And damn splinters all over her cunt!
Square root
She’d made love to him, just on a dare,
So as not to be thought to be square,
Which she didn’t mind, but
To be then called a slut
Was inaccurate, harsh and unfair!
Wardrobe malfunction
Just a wardrobe malfunction perhaps,
Or a dare, or a small moral lapse;
She bent down to her shoe
And presented to view
Her shaved cunt and its pretty pink flaps.
Salacious
She was sexy, outrageous, audacious,
Her sex life, of course, ostentatious;
Men, women, some pets,
Mad dares, challenges, bets,
All online, tweeted, blogged. Goodness gracious!
Fair game
Being reckless and devil-may-care,
She accepted a mischievous dare,
Being all in good fun,
To strip naked and run,
Being chased by some chaps round the square.
Of course all of the men were aware
That the lass had drunk more than her share,
But the girl had no shame,
Just a tart and fair game:
She was up for whatever, they’d swear!
Take the outfit she’d chosen to wear:
Low-cut blouse and a skirt up to there!
She undressed on the spot
Showed them all that she’d got:
A nice arse and my God, what a pair!
They yahooed when she stood there, all bare,
In the public bar’s fluorescent glare…
As she pouted and posed,
With her pink bits exposed,
All the lads had a jolly good stare!
They yelled “Go!” and one smacked her derriere.
She ran out of the pub like a hare,
Then the men took off too,
With great hullabaloo:
Jolly sport, as the Brits say, or rare!
Well, of course, the girl hadn’t a prayer.
A man shouted “Let’s give her a scare!”
She was caught, squeezed and groped,
Victors’ spoils they hoped.
No, in love and war, all isn’t fair!