The poor girl, being not too astute,
She believed his lies… horrible brute!
“Just come in for a drink…”
Did she pause? Did she think
It might be an excuse for a root?
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Minx
She deserves what she gets, little minx,
Fucking flashing her titties, he thinks.
When he tries it on, though,
Cheeky bitch, she says no,
Even after he’s paid for her drinks!
Mirror, mirror
Fuck, she thinks, there’s no bloody evading
The fact that her good looks are fading…
She once had her pick…
Any damn swinging dick…
Men ignore her now… Fucking degrading!
Mean
She stands pouting, not wearing a stitch,
Acting innocent, sly little bitch.
And he’s hard, she can see…
Does she mean him to be?
Just naive? Or a slut? God knows which!
Pussy whipped
Pussy whipped, the guy wouldn’t say boo.
His damn wife was a bit of a shrew.
When they fucked, “Lick me first!”
She’d demand, but the worst
Was the “Lick again!” when he withdrew.
Goldang
“Well,” she said, with a broad southern twang,
“If I’m gonna get rooted, goldang,
Then you good ol’ boys might
Jist as well do it right…
Shoot, I’m jist gonna fuck the whole gang!”
Saving grace
“Then he fucked me,” she said to the priest.
“The vile, wretched, lascivious beast!”
“It’s a sin,” he replied.
“That cannot be denied,
But thank God, he’s a Cath’lic, at least!”
Mind games
“You can have me,” she says with a wink.
“Would your husband not mind, do you think?”
“Yes”, she says. “If he knew…
He’d kill me then kill you.”
And his cock starts to rapidly shrink.
Draw him a map
The poor guy, he had no way of knowing,
With all of the to-ing and fro-ing,
The yes, nos and maybes,
Concern about babies…
In short, was he coming or going?
Ink
She had “Squeeze me” tattooed on one titty,
And thought herself frightfully witty.
She thought then, down there,
She could shave off the hair
And get someone to ink “Pat the kitty!”