“Girls like this,” he said. “Mate! They’re like gold!
Fresh young pussy… eighteen years old!
Touch your toes! Do the splits,
Baby! Show us your tits!”
“Say no more,” said the john. “Shit, I’m sold!”
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She’d stand naked and pose, preen and primp,
And her little kid brother, the imp,
With a lump in his crotch,
Liked to stand there and watch…
“So,” he said. “I could be, like, your pimp!”
Spoilt for choice
Young and nubile, he’d said to her pimp;
There she is, bound and gagged, like a gimp,
His to use and abuse,
Any way he might choose…
And his damn cock still floppy and limp!
Maybe some other time
He might be, as the girl said, a wimp,
But the sight of her sinister pimp,
Though he’d fancied a root,
(God! The size of the brute!)
Left him shaking all over and limp.
The runaway
Pretty runaway, ripe to be rooted,
Sized up by the pimp and recruited,
Picked up on the street,
Young and tender, fresh meat,
For himself to use too, when it suited.
Bottom shelf
He’s a good pimp, a bit of a ponce,
But don’t care what it is a man wants.
Whips and chains, all that stuff,
He’s got girls like it rough,
Mind, of course, johns won’t get much response.
Doing the sums
What to do? She was flat, stoney broke!
“Get a pimp!” said her friend. Just a joke.
But when down on your luck,
Say two hundred a fuck …
Not too bad, just for rooting some bloke.
Pimp my bride
Love betrayed! What a snake in the grass!
To be pimped! Such heartache! So low class!
Her illusions dispelled,
She danced nude, while he yelled,
“Swing your tits more, and shake your fat arse!”
The pimp
The girl’s pimp was a bastard and heartless,
Insensitive, brutal and artless;
She married a john
Who’d proposed, whereupon
The said pimp was left skint, pissed and tartless!
Not with a bang
It came not with a bang, but a whimper;
His world’s end: his penis grew limper
And limper. “Bad luck,”
She said “Now we can’t fuck.”
She did add, though, she’d still let him pimp her.