He made love to her up in the loft,
Throughout which she was itchy and coughed.
Though the fucking was nice,
She was scared of the mice,
And the straw scratched her bum, although soft.
Tag: hay
Down to earth
I like girls who grew up on the farm;
For them sex is no cause for alarm:
Making love, making hay;
It’s just part of their day,
Which all adds to their innocent charm.