A disgusted young lady called Sue
Said “Well, this is a fine howdy-do!
Seven months up the spout,
To some crude, drunken lout,
And I honestly can’t recall who!”
Tag: pregnant
In the old days, of hot-rods and cola,
We all loved a nice rock ‘n’ roller,
Especially flirts,
In their short pleated skirts,
Not concerned about pushing a stroller.
Catholic or careless
“It’s not fair!” Claire complained, with a pout,
“After going for so long without!
A few moments of bliss,
And a girl comes to this,
And me cath’lic, and somewhat devout!”
Triple whammy
There were three guys, the mean, nasty third of
Did things that she’d not even heard of…
Disgusting., vile stuff…
Now she’s well up the duff,
And not one of the bastards since heard of.
Show and tell
Who it was she chose not to disclose.
Now she’s pregnant, enough so it shows,
Though she wears baggy dresses,
Hopes nobody guesses…
Just silly… like, everyone knows!
Life is uncertain
Though she knew she’d had some kind of fuck,
She’d been drunk, and by sheer bad luck
She was pregnant now too,
And, like, what could she do,
When the guys all kept passing the buck?
Lost
Young and pregnant, she packed up and scooted.
Alone, drunk, she hollered and hooted…
“I don’t give a damn!
Wanna fuck? Here I am!
Fuckin’ lonely, lost, fuckin’ uprooted!”
Fertile ground
“Yes! Oh yes!” she’d so breathlessly panted…
Six months up the duff, disenchanted,
She curses her luck…
Just one quick little fuck…
And him gone, once the seed had been planted.
Six months gone
What her parents (six months gone) found out about…
Her being pregnant (no doubt about)…
What an outcry!
Yelling “Who was the guy?
Though the fuck had been nothing to shout about.
A keeper
He’d had plenty of girlfriends, like. Heaps!
She was nice, but it gave him the creeps,
Though they’d fucked, fair enough,
If she was up the duff,
As it seemed, this one might be for keeps!