Said a spoilt young boy to his nanny,
“Pray tell me why girls have a fanny.”
His nanny, bemused,
Said “The Lord got confused:
Aren’t the ways of God simply uncanny!”
Tag: god
Made for it
It’s a marvel, how girls are designed,
Nicely padded, in front and behind,
With appropriate slots
In the handiest spots:
You’d have thought God had fucking in mind!
Conversion
Oh my God! she thought, rather amazed,
Post-orgasmic, still shuddering, dazed.
Having waited so long,
Though she knew she’d done wrong,
For the great gift of sex, God be praised!
Giving thanks
“When we met, it was kinda, like, fateful…
Like, fuck! Fuckin luck by the plateful!
Like, if there’s a God,”
She said. “Me and my bod,
We’re, like, fuckin internally grateful!”
Oddity
At the moment the bloke shot his wad,
She herself felt decidedly odd…
The blood rushed to her head,
As she thrashed on the bed,
Screaming “Sweet fucking Jesus! Oh God!”
Chastisement
Naked, laid on his knee to be spanked,
Wife and chattel, his word sacrosanct,
If the fool had but known!
(As she came, with a moan…
Guilty pleasure, for which God be thanked!)
Teleology
What on earth possessed God to construct
Such an orifice, cleverly tucked
Up between a girl’s thighs,
(Think of Adam’s surprise!)
If not, plainly, of course, to be fucked!
The impotence of prayer
Women pray to their various gods,
Pious whispers and gestures and nods.
If their gods only knew
The lewd things they then do,
They’d be damned, but then, what are the odds?
The sins of the mother
God said no, but poor Kate wasn’t listening,
Legs spread, her young pussy glistening!
Lord! how she’d come!
“Wake up, girl!” called her Mum,
“We’ll be bloody well late for the christening!”
The apostate
Since she’d got over God, thoughts of hell,
She found life much more fun, truth to tell;
She’d go out, get a skinful,
Come over all sinful,
And get herself rooted, as well!