She’d been used like a slut, hurt, disgraced.
She recalled it with lust, yet distaste,
But she’d do it again,
Which, as Freud would explain,
Masturbation, of course, just displaced.
Tag: Freud
Once upon a time, in Vienna
As she said to that man, Dr Freud,
She found sex, which at first she’d enjoyed,
Indeed, quite to excess,
Now, she had to confess,
Left her feeling just vaguely annoyed.