So, it seemed she’d disgraced herself utterly…
Got drunk and acted damn sluttily…
Just a small lapse…
Still… she might have, perhaps,
Got her message across, well, more subtly.
Tag: drunk
Waste not, want not
The poor girl! Passed out, pissed as a newt!
Panties showing. Those tits! She’s damn cute.
She’s so cheeky and flirty,
She wouldn’t get shirty,
He hoped, if he slipped her a root.
Things that go bump in the night
Some damn chap into whom she had bumped,
At the bar, perhaps? Still she was stumped…
Though she gave not a toss…
But remained at a loss,
As to how, or by whom she’d been humped.
Mercenary
He’d come home most nights already plastered,
And fuck her for hours, the bastard!
He’d loved her, no doubt,
Then the money ran out.
“Well,” she thought, ” it was fun while it lasted!”
Hustled
Naked, giggling, affected by drink,
On the pool table! “What do you think?”
Said the guy with the cue.
“What’s a fella to do?
Which to pot first? The brown or the pink?”
Makin’ bacon
One less drink might have just saved her bacon,
Good sense though, alas, long forsaken,
She acted the whore,
An impression, what’s more,
In which, sadly, she wasn’t mistaken!”
One of life’s little mysteries
As she drank more her vision grew blearier.
Soon she got suddenly wearier.
Naked! How? When?
Who were all those strange men?
Though great fun, it could not have been eerier.
A long night
A long night. She’d got pretty much pickled,
Kissed someone whose beard had tickled.
Woke up in bad shape,
With her pussy agape,
From which somebody’s semen still trickled.
Coulrophobia
The big top, late at night. Bip the Clown,
Orange hair, big red nose, painted frown,
In a comical rage,
In the big lion cage,
Fucks a drunk, giggling girl from the town.
The prodigal daughter
She’d backslid, been corrupted and strayed;
She’d gone out and got drunk and got laid,
And it felt so damn good,
That whenever she could,
She backslid more and more, I’m afraid!