He’d corrupted her, led her astray,
Morals, clothing, both in disarray,
Though not rooted yet, quite,
It would be a long night,
And where’er there’s a will, there’s a way!
Tag: morals
Victorian morality
She enjoyed a root, just on the quiet.
One day she’d said yes, just to try it.
Her gentleman friends
Were just means to her ends.
If found out, she’d just flatly deny it.
On a mission
Though a priest of the Roman religion,
Of morals he had not a smidgen!
A swine before pearls,
He corrupted young girls
In Swahili and Hindu and Pidgin.
The girl in the bubble
He was dapper, his hair was smooth-slicked;
She was well-bred, her morals were strict,
But temptation was great,
And I’m sad to relate
That soon more than her conscience was pricked!