In her state of psychotic confusion
Miss Jones has a charming delusion,
That nothing but screwing
Is really worth doing,
Not wholly a silly conclusion!
Tag: nymphomania
What’s not to love?
Quite promiscuous, easily bored,
Oversexed, psychiatrically flawed,
She told off-colour jokes,
Blithely rooted strange blokes,
But was much loved still, even adored!
Non-discrimination
Seem’s like nothin’ that girl wouldn’t screw!
Blokes, of course, chicks-with-dicks…don’t mind who!
Old men, dykes, little boys,
All those big rubber toys,
Donkeys, dogs… damn! The whole fuckin zoo!
Third time lucky
She had rather a way with the chaps,
Nymphomania, some said, perhaps.
Though she’d sometimes say no,
Maybe twice in a row,
Ask again, and she’d always relapse!
Nymphomania
Nymphomania, pleasant affliction!
Unlike the poor girls in bad fiction,
She calls it good luck!
What’s more fun than to fuck?
Fair enough. It defies contradiction.
First world problem
A bit nympho, a trifle bipolar;
Beef, climate change, chickens, Ebola
Her malady’s source;
She was vegan, of course,
All her sex toys organic and solar!