The poor maid in whose knickers he’d ferreted,
Fate, sadly, worse than she merited,
Willing or not,
Was dismissed on the spot,
And the scion concerned disinherited.
Tag: maid
Upstairs, downstairs
In her little room, up in the attic,
The maid’s heart thumped, wild and erratic!
She stifled her cries;
The Duke spread her white thighs,
Calm, imperious, aristocratic.
The missionary position
Though he’s threatened to sue us for libel;
Despite what it says in the Bible,
A young dusky maid
Turned his head, I’m afraid;
He forgot about God and went tribal!
The barbarians at the gate
When a restless barbarian horde
Took up weapons and travelled abroad,
Though most folks they’d just slay,
Maids they’d carry away,
To rape later, when peevish or bored.
Castles in the air
A rich Texan, who bought Windsor Castle,
Then, not without quite a big hassle,
Transported his palace,
Rebuilt it in Dallas,
And hired a maid and a vassal.
The maid's lament
On the maid’s lip small sweat droplets beaded,
Her winks and her pouts gone unheeded;
“At least have a look!”
She exclaimed to the cook,
As she offered her breasts to be kneaded.
Workplace relations
Jones, the gardener, grew madly jealous
Of Wilbur, the groom, who’d screwed Alice,
The scullery maid,
For which slight she now paid,
As he rooted her, tied to the trellis!