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!
Tag: flashing tits
Persuasion
Captain Armstrong was terribly dashing,
His uniform looked simply smashing,
Thought Claire, at the dance,
As she hoped that his glance
Had caught sight of the tit she was flashing!
Rum trifle
The bold hussy, not one who would stifle
The impulse, she gave him an eyeful!
The cut of her blouse,
Of course, meant to arouse
Any chap she chose, with whom to trifle!.
Beyond reasonable doubt
If he’d fucked her, that night, as she claimed,
(As he had), could a fellow be blamed?
She’d flashed tit in the bar,
Sucked his cock in the car;
Why was she not called out, named and shamed?
Doing the dirty
She could act quite the slut, when it suited,
Get drunk, flash her tits and get rooted.
Most nights, in fact, though,
If asked out, she said no,
And stayed home and, like, just self-polluted.
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!”