She had truly exceptional hooters,
Poor girl, but attracted no suitors…
The men that she’d met…
Nearest thing she could get,
Were all tit-obsessed, sleazy mad rooters!
Tag: hooters
The wheat and the chaff
With her great arse and fabulous hooters,
Miss Jones had no shortage of suitors.
She’d once been caught out,
So took pains to sort out
The nice chaps from the wannabe rooters.
Viva Italia!
Italian girls ride round on scooters;
They mostly have fabulous hooters,
And succulent cunts,
Which they offer at once,
Being, also, insatiable rooters!
Honk if you’re horny
Feeling horny, she honked her left hooter…
Undressed, even sexier, cuter!
He didn’t know yet,
But was willing to bet
That she’d be an insatiable rooter!
Big-hootered
She was pretty, broad-hipped and big-hootered,
A slut, or at least thus reputed,
But looks are deceptive;
She wasn’t receptive,
Would not, indeed could not, be rooted!