She’d been faithful, to give her her due,
Though her man played around, which she knew.
She’d had plenty of men
In her youth, way back then…
On reflection, however, too few.
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Seed saving
As he thrust himself in, to the hilt,
She exclaimed, “Are you scared it might wilt?”
He said “Pardon my haste,
But I do deplore waste,
And I’d hate to see good semen spilt.
Watercooler gossip
When Miss Martin leapt onto my desk,
And performed a risque arabesque,
In her knickers and stockings,
She thought she was shocking,
But I found it rather grotesque.
Root and branch
There was a young lady called Bayer,
Renowned as a bit of a player:
This great disrepute
She had earned root by root,
And increased it then, layer by layer.