Naked mostly, both off and onstage,
Body still pretty good for her age;
Though the wrong side of thirty,
Still randy and flirty.
Booze, tips, tricks, why work for a wage?
Tag: prostitution
Hard cash
Though cashed up, he was vulgar and sleazy,
Fat, ugly, bad smelling and greasy.
He paid good, up front,
For a piece of her cunt,
But not he, nor the dollars came easy.
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.
Prostituting her art
Posing naked for artists might fetch
A few bucks, cold and bored, while they sketch.
But she thought, What the hell?
Why not fuck them as well,
For a little bit extra? Poor wretch!
The summing up
In terms, frankly, that couldn’t be blunter,
She said “You’re a john, just a punter,
So, thanks for the fuck,
Now goodbye and good luck.
Your dick’s small, you’re a wheezer and grunter!”
Little Egypt
She danced helluva fine hootchy kootchy!
Her g string was gen-yoo-ine Gucci.
Between sets, she’d cruise,
Sit on laps, drink some booze,
And for ten bucks, she’d get real smoochy!
And she probably cheats at cards
Amply bosomed, nice bum and long-legged
“Any chance of a root? Please!” he begged.
She said “Yes. For a price.”
Not quite love, although nice,
But the bloody bitch bloody reneged!
Love games
Quite amused, although slightly offended,
(She knew that he only pretended)
She’d fuck like a whore,
Then he’d stop at the door,
And leave money “for services rendered!”
Bumping bellies
Belly dancing’s a curious thing;
Tassels, veils, a few bits of string,
A provocative dance
Done without any pants,
Trading favours for baubles and bling.
Rainy day woman
Men she fucks, in some way, she makes pay;
While the sun shines, she figures, make hay,
Presents, cash, some extortion,
Just as a precaution,
To bank for the old rainy day.