Mister Pidcock, a dissolute type,
Sipped his pint, puffed his old briar pipe,
Watched the girls in the square…
“Like to have that one there,”
He thought… “Pretty, plump chested and ripe!”
Tag: perv
Girlpower
He sneaked up on her, grabbed her vagina…
Poor girl, just fourteen , still a minor…
She wanted to cry,
But leaned back and let fly…
Left the dirty old perv with a shiner!
Impressive
Young and pretty, and dressed to impress…
Kinda sluttish, he thought, more or less…
Her big tits hanging out,
As she bent down, no doubt
So the old perv could look up her dress!
Swift justice
“Fuckin creep! What’s he bloody deserve?
Fuckin squeezin me tits… what a nerve!”
She thinks. “Callin us sluts…”
Kicks him fair in the nuts.
“Fuckin horrible fuckin old perv!”
Opportunist
“Fuckin perv! Whatcha lookin at dude?
Wanna fuck? Well I ain’t in the mood!
Get an eyeful?” she said.
“Go and fuckin drop dead!”
But by then she’d already been screwed.
Innocent bystander
“Oh, unkind! To have called me a perv!”
He complained. “That I do not deserve!
Being old… curse my luck!
I can’t manage to fuck…
But I like, nonetheless, to observe!”
Self-awareness
What’s a man to do? Who could help lusting?
So beautiful, young, and so trusting!
“Damn perv!” he admits,
As he fondles her tits.
Even he thinks he’s bloody disgusting!
Malice aforethought
A tit perv? Just a casual gawker?
Perhaps just an innocent walker.
She does, though, suspect
That his cock was erect.
He might well be a rapist, a stalker!
Making a spectacle of oneself
As a rule, self-possessed and reserved,
She now found herself rather unnerved;
Getting off on her hand,
One could not understand
Why the bastard just sat there and perved!
Stage-fright
Sequins, feathers, abundant young curves,
She said “God! I’m a bundle of nerves!
What would Mum and Dad think
Of me, flashing the pink
To a roomful of drunken old pervs?”