She and Tom, wearin’ nary a stitch,
When her sister walked in, little bitch!
She said “Oohh! What yer doin!
I’m gonna tell Mum, you were screwin’!”
“Fuck you…” Tom said… “too, if you snitch!”
Tag: fuck
Anthropology 201
Anthropologists often describe
Potent liquors young women imbibe,
Then go into a frenzy,
[Op. cit. F.McKenzie],
“An fuckim all man bilong tribe.”
Yuk!
No, she thought, men are not to be trusted,
Disheartened, dismayed and disgusted,
The fuck’s bad enough,
Let alone the vile stuff,
With which most of her clothes was encrusted.
Pulling an all-nighter
Friday night, at the bar… they’d just met…
“What a stud!” she thought, already wet.
“I could fuck you all night!”
He said. “Suits me alright…”
She replied. “If that’s no idle threat!”
Yearning
Though consumed with libidinous yearning,
Poor girl, she at least, though, was learning
To say no at first,
The fuck (postponed at worst)
All the better for being discerning.
Points decision
At the pub, in the smoke and the fug,
This bloke’s too short, a face like a pug.
Would she fuck him? she thought.
Did she think that she ought?
Just a blow-job, maybe, or a tug.
Light relief
The damn cheek! She was rather amused,
And, to tell the truth, somewhat confused.
Not her type, not a bit;
Fuck him? Not in a fit!
For a laugh, though, it might be excused.
Transparency
Saying filthy things into her ear,
The things that he’ll do. Lord! Oh dear!
He’ll fuck her… then… what?
That must hurt quite a lot!
As she’ll soon find out, it would appear.
Opportunity knocking
His dick’s hard. Should she give it a squeeze,
Grab his belt buckle, get on her knees?
It must be plain as day!
Must she beg? Must she say
Fuck me, now! Must she also say please?
Looking on the bright side
Though seduced and abandoned, deceived,
In a way, she was sort of relieved;
Cherry out of the way,
And the fuck was okay.
Still she was just a little bit peeved.