Husband dead, drunken bastard, unmourned,
Jewels, fine clothes and bonnets long pawned,
And still young, more’s the shame!
So she went on the game,
Lovely body, most nights, unadorned!
Tag: prostitute
Tactless
The tart’s vulgar words stung like a slap,
Prick so hard, if it bent it might snap,
As he stood there and stared,
Frankly just a bit scared.
“Whatcha waitin’ for, kid? Want a map?”
Low rent area
She just hitched up her dress, looking bored;
The drab room, grimy sheets he ignored,
She was pretty enough,
Though a bit hard and rough,
But was all the poor man could afford.
Want a rubber, duckie?
“You! Young man!” she cried. “Come here, duckie!
“First time? Well you’ve just struck it lucky!
A tenner, alright?
Mind, it’s been a big night,
And my pussy’s a little bit mucky!”
Love, approximately
Said a saucy victorian doxy,
“I’m sorry milord, but I’m poxy.
Though, tell you what, mister,
Why not root my sister?
I’ll watch, You can fuck me by proxy!”
A pleasure to do business
She looked cheap, and she was, tarted up;
Her john panting, a big-hearted pup!
He was short on allure,
Too fat, that’s for sure,
But nice to fuck, once started up!
Cold feet
“Hello, big boy!” she said with a wink.
Her gruff voice made him stop, though, and think;
Adam’s apple, square jaw,
Not your regular whore!
He kept walking, and felt his cock shrink!
The boy and the whore
She said “Come here, love. I won’t bite!”
We’re both grown-ups. Just leave on the light.
Drop your pants. That’s the way.
Let me help, if I may …
Stick it in now. There. Harder! That’s right.”
The smell of money
“Don’t you like what I’m trying to sell you?”
She asked. “At that price, it’s good value!”
She took him upstairs,
And paraded her wares;
He paid, too, but said, “Just let me smell you.”
Direct marketing
Said he, out on the town and carousing,
“I say, lass, that’s rather arousing!”
Said she “Chilly, outdoors.
“Forty quid, and I’m yours!”
“Oh my goodness!” said he. “No! Just browsing.”