Tattooed, bulked up… he thinks he’s damn cool.
Just some gym jockey, dropped out of school…
So he’s got a big dick?
That whole damn macho schtick…
Shallow end of the fucking gene pool!
Tag: jock
Handbag
Of her cherry, at last, disencumbered,
She sighed with relief, although lumbered,
It seemed, with this jock…
Just a man… just a cock,
But his days as her handbag were numbered.
Between boyfriends
Between boyfriends, a bit of a drag,
With this guy she’s picked up, on a jag,
Some jock, just for the interim,
Not that much into him,
Someone to drink with and shag.
Nothing to crow about
The poor jock, muscled up, big and tanned,
Looked crestfallen, could not understand;
“No reflection on you,”
She’d said, “Thanks for the screw,
Though it was a bit, shall we say, bland.”
Plucky chick
Steely-eyed, she said “Just watch it, buster!
Your fucking’s been pretty lacklustre.
Heads up, you dumb jock,
As they say, today’s cock
Is tomorrow’s worn-out feather duster!”
Relationship on the rocks
“Oh my God!” she said, (more like a screech),
“When I said to you, back on the beach,
That I felt, you dumb jock,
Like a shag on a rock,
It was only a figure of speech!”
Rock and roll
I once met this thin jock and his moll
And I asked if they played rock and roll.
He said, squeezing her tit,
“Well, we listen a bit,
But we mostly just play cock and hole!”