There was a young girl from Antrim,
Who was had by a man, on a whim…
Though she thought it quite fun,
Later, all said and done,
She’d have liked if it hadn’t been him.
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Kerry
An intemperate lassie from Kerry,
When drunk, would get bawdy and merry,
Do things, let men do
Things with her, that she knew
Might be sinful, perhaps, but not very.
Resistable
“If I wanted a fuck, would you mind!”
He asked. “Just, if you’re that way inclined…
I have quite a big cock…”
Her young face betrayed shock,
And she blushed, and politely declined
Daredevil
“Flash your pussy,” her drunken friends dared…
They all thought that she’d be too damn scared…
But she emptied her glass,
Stripped and wiggled her arse,
While the guys all applauded and stared.
In her prime
Miss Jean Brodie, they say, in her prime,
Was a slut beyond reason or rhyme…
She’d get drunk at the inn,
Wearing nothing but skin,
And fuck men two or three at a time!
Miss Behaviour
Mister Smythe’s eldest girl misbehaved,
In a manner obscene and depraved,
With the lads in the town,
Hiking up her French gown,
And her pussy all wet and fresh shaved!
Dissolute
Mister Pidcock, a dissolute type,
Sipped his pint, puffed his old briar pipe,
Watched the girls in the square…
“Like to have that one there,”
He thought… “Pretty, plump chested and ripe!”
Broody
In the hen-house, hens peckin’… cluck, cluck,
Ellie-May and her Pa had a fuck,
Nekkid, rollin’ around,
Tits n face gettin’ ground
In the chicken shit, feathers n muck.
Quacks like a duck
Tits half out, talking flirty, it follows,
She likes sucking dick… and she swallows…
Then sucks it some more,
Like a proper damn whore,
Lets men fuck all her holes and her hollows.
Charity
Miss O’Shaughnessy, proper and prim,
Gave herself to a man on a whim.
He seemed grateful enough,
And he kissed her and stuff
But she wished that it hadn’t been him.