Twice a night was once barely enough,
But it slowed down, she got up the duff,
First routine, then a bore,
Sex became one more chore,
And if that didn’t suit him, well tough!
Tag: marriage
Back seat driver
“Mess with cars,” she screamed”. “That’s all you do!
Once a month is a few fucks too few!
But six-monthly or annual?
Read the damn manual!
Women need servicing too!”
A long road and bumpy
As she aged, his wife got a bit frumpy,
He too became pudgy and grumpy;
Just par for the course.
They’d have got a divorce,
But both still loved the old rumpy-pumpy!
It comes down to this
Over years, raised, dashed and rekindled,
Her hopes, understandably, dwindled
Of marital bliss.
Drinks with friends, a chaste kiss,
The odd root. She felt like she’d been swindled.
Begging the question
All the flowers, the sweet little rhyme,
Was his courtship charade, mere mime?
Did he truly intend
They be wed in the end,
Or was fucking him wasting her time?
Blind-sided
He’d considered his marriage robust,
Was appalled as he watched it go bust;
All the tears and fights,
His wife going out nights,
Dressed to show off her lovely low bust!
Give and take
Disillusioned, his marriage a sham,
His wife’s pussy as tight as a clam,
He began an affair.
Did his wife even care?
Not a fig. Not a gold-plated damn!
Bargaining power
“Listen up,” she said. “Here’s the thing.
If you want a root, buy me a ring.
There’ll be no more tomfoolery,
Not without joolery!
Got that? Or bloody go sing!”
The bridge club
Though her husband was rich and adoring,
She found married life rather boring.
She’d cruise in her car,
In a short dress, no bra,
Or drop into some bar, do some whoring!
The royal wedding
As a princess, of course, she was fated,
While young, to be married off, mated
To some beastly lord,
To be fucked, then ignored,
While he farted and snored, drunk and sated.