On a Sunday in March, Bishop Fry
No-one knows but the Lord perhaps, why,
Was observed in the Strand
With his dick in his hand,
Mumbling “What a good fellow am I!”
Tag: flasher
After school
“Put it back in your pants, you damn fool,
Or you want me to tell the whole school?”
She said. “Ugly damn thing…
Like a limp piece of string…
God! It’s not even hard! Just not cool.”
Shock and awe
“Want a fuck?” he said, sort of off-handish.
She laughed. It just seemed so outlandish!
He then, to her shock,
Said “I’ve got a nice cock…”
Which he whipped out, to gleefully brandish!
Not bashful
On reflection, she’d been a bit rash,
To have popped out her tits, done a flash!
The lads choked on their beers,
So, (clapping and cheers),
She’d bent down and showed them her gash!
No such thing as bad publicity
The damn guy was a serial pest;
Even flashing his cock! (Not impressed).
It was pretty big, though…
She should give it a go…
Well, he wouldn’t say no, she’d have guessed!
Flasher
Rather cheeky perhaps, a bit rash,
She’d have said no, except for the cash,
“Get your tits out and smile,”
He said. “Yeah, That’s the style!
Spread your legs a bit more, baby… FLASH!”
Victim impact statement
Quite disgraceful, the way that he acted!
One understands how she reacted.
To whip out his ♠♥♠♦ !
Well, imagine her shock!
And to squeeze her ♠♣♠♣ ! (Rude words redacted.)
The centre of attention
Just to tease, drive him wild, to be mean,
Skirt hitched up, so it all could be seen,
She smiled, parted her thighs,
As she watched, as his eyes
Fixed upon the pink parts in between!
Self-restraint
She walked round the house mostly undressed;
Flashed her neighbour some arse or some breast.
He was awfully cute!
She’d have loved a nice root,
But best not, not to foul her own nest.
The milk of human kindness
In the shadows a strange man was lurking,
His cock hard, hand rubbing and jerking.
“Poor bastard!” Amused,
“A girl might be excused
If she threw him a fuck!” she thought, smirking.