There’s a generous hooker, called Lee
Who does all sorts of things for a fee.
If you’re terribly nice
She may lower her price,
And she might even do it for free!
Tag: hooker
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The young hooker, flat broke, ruin looming,
Worked on her deportment and grooming,
Dressed smarter, talked nice,
Then she put up her price,
And, last heard of, her business was booming!
Red neck blues
So, her trailer-home ain’t nothin’ flash,
And the town women call her white trash…
Part-time hookin’s good pay.
Work all night, sleep all day.
Chicken, whisky, and plenty of cash!
Behind the eight ball
Seemed whatever she did turned out crooked
Life pretty much had her damn snookered!
She’d waitressed, parked cars,
Picked up men in rough bars,
Then thought “Fuck it!”, and just straight-out hookered.
Passing trade
The young hooker’s a peach, quite a knockout!
At home, his wife’s put him on lockout.
Why not fuck a whore?
With one foot in the door,
Hard already, he’s got his damn cock out!
The cost of doing business
In a downtown hotel in LA
A young hooker sucked off the valet,
The security crew
And a porter or two,
A few guests. What a fucking melee!
Immoral earnings
Discount vouchers, new logo, good branding;
The whorehouse’s trade was expanding!
Men quite well-to-do
Fucked a hooker or two,
Certain wowsers round town notwithstanding.
Heart of gold
Just to show that all hookers aren’t greedy,
Although he was strung-out and seedy,
Plain down on his luck,
Shit, she threw him a fuck;
He was so damn pathetic and needy!
Terms of trade
Though she wasn’t a hooker, as such,
It depended on what… and how much…
If she felt in the mood
To be lovelessly screwed…
If she liked him, she’d sometimes go Dutch!