Although not to suggest immorality,
Just as a vague generality,
Girls in Lahore,
Beauties all, all what’s more,
Show remarkable… ummm… hospitality!
Tag: promiscuity
Truth in advertising.
“I’m a virgin,” she said. “Bona fide!”
But, of course, it turned out that she’d lied.
She’d been rooted by men,
Not just now and again,
But extensively so, far and wide!
Value judgement
“Bein’ faithful ain’t worth a plugged nickel!”
She said. “I ain’t sayin’ a gal should be fickle,
But fuck! What’s the harm,
When men turn on the charm,
In a bit of good ol’ slap ‘n’ tickle?”
Altruism
“Look,” she said. “Please excuse my profanity…
Whom you fuck comes down to vanity.
Never mind who…
Fuck the ugly ones too…
For the overall good of humanity!”
The existentiality of intercourse
She thought sex, just like food, quite essential.
Her lovers were mostly sequential…
Though some were extraneous…
Contemporaneous…
(All of this quite confidential.)
The bohemian
Her behaviour, at times, gave one pause.
Things she said caused the dropping of jaws.
If she fucked indiscreetly,
She’d simply smile sweetly,
When found out, and say “Well, up yours!”
Grey cats in the dark
She’d got pregnant, but who was to blame?
Tom? Dick? Harry? Some other first name?
Perhaps no name at all!
She just couldn’t recall.
In the dark they’d all seemed much the same.
A few good men
She enjoyed a nice root, now and then,
And again, and again, and again,
But to be someone’s wife?
No, she’d make it through life
With a few, (well, a dozen) good men!
Love the one you're with
Though she swore that she loved the boy dearly,
Maybe, too, meant it sincerely,
Feeling that way
With whomever she lay,
Well, who knows whom she loved, or more nearly?
Alive!
A bored housewife, who used to contrive
To sneak out for a drink and some jive,
Gave herself to strange men,
And again, and again,
Just to make herself feel alive!