What on earth must his friends, if he’s got any,
Think of his passion for botany?
What does he do?
Does he drink? Does he screw,
Or just wank, to relieve the monotony?
Tag: drink
Hope springs eternal
Champagne pussy, but just beer budget!
No clue what to do, but he’d fudge it!
He gave her a wink
And he bought her a drink;
If he asked now, she couldn’t begrudge it!
Signs of the times
Most young women, these days, young men find,
If you buy them a drink, don’t much mind
A hand under their dress,
(Times are changing, I guess),
A blow-job, little things of that kind.
Happy hour
There are more girls who root than you think,
Sometimes just for the price of a drink!
But don’t come on too strong,
(The booze doesn’t take long),
And keep watch for that special slow wink.
Identity crisis
She’d committed a tactical blunder;
Had too much to drink, so small wonder,
Now, back at his place,
Tipsy, nude, face to face,
She was not certain whom she was under!
Drinks
He said “Like to come out for a drink?”
She said yes in a heartbeat, a blink!
But what then, later on,
When their friends had all gone?
Would she root him? Well, what do you think?
Good omen
She was cute, and a fair chance, he reckoned;
True love, or at least a shag, beckoned.
He said “Want a drink?”
She said “What d’ya think?”
Things looked better with each passing second!
The way of the world
It’s the way of the world, I suppose;
A young girl has to stay on her toes.
She’d said yes to a drink
Which, of course, made him think
She might root. And she did. So it goes.
Body language
They’d gone out after work for a drink;
Did she wink at him then, or just blink?
She’d unbuttoned her blouse…
Was it done to arouse?
Was she teasing? What must the guy think?
Alive!
A bored housewife, who used to contrive
To sneak out for a drink and some jive,
Gave herself to strange men,
And again, and again,
Just to make herself feel alive!