One is not so much mutton, she fumed,
To be drooled over, fucking consumed!
Stuffed with forcemeat, perhaps?
God! The nerve of these chaps!
Better bred, one had hoped, or presumed!
Tag: etiquette
The object of desire
A true gentleman rightly defers
To the lady, asks which she prefers…
The verb “fuck”, furthermore,
Needs an object, before
One can know to which hole it refers.
Afterthought
She was feeling decidedly fraught;
She had not behaved quite as she ought.
To have just acquiesced!
Let him fondle her breast!
She should never touch sherry or port!
Her rude fellow man
She’d have thought that it wouldn’t have mattered,
To go out ungloved and unhatted…
Abused, roughly used,
She lay naked, confused,
All her faith in humanity shattered!
English informality
She said, smiling, still charmingly nude,
“That was lovely, and now that we’ve screwed,
I would rather prefer
No more stiff ‘miss and sir’;
We’re on first name terms, now, yes?” she cooed.
The put-down
Her voice icy, brow knit in a frown,
She said “Sir, you will please put me down!
You are most impolite…
In addition, you might
Get your hand out from under my gown!”