Not the kind of girl guys would give rings to,
Not someone a nice fellow brings to
His house. “Meet the folks!”
No, she drinks and she smokes…
More the kind just to do filthy things to!
Tag: filthy
Fun and games
It was fun, she supposed, while it lasted.
Great sex! All those tricks that he’d mastered;
The massage, the games,
Being called filthy names,
And the anal of course, too, the bastard!
Bad Mothers’ Club
Each third Friday, the Bad Mothers Club
Meets for lunch at a nice discreet pub;
They drink, tell filthy jokes
And discuss sex and blokes,
While the nanny looks after the bub.
Rose coloured glasses
But to whom could such language refer?
Whore and slut… every possible slur!
They were jealous, those blokes,
And their crude, filthy jokes
Couldn’t possibly be about her!
Boy's night out
The boy’s filthy remark and his titter
Betrayed an embarrassing jitter.
In front of his nose,
The girl struck a lewd pose,
Wearing just a few sprinkles of glitter!