Certain archaeological data
Suggests sex was once used in barter;
Say rice, a full bag,
For an overnight shag
With the wife, not bad value, pro rata.
Tag: prostitution
Value for money
It was straightforward fucking, no frills.
For her part, it just helped pay the bills.
She was pretty enough,
Bouncy tits, a trimmed muff;
The men got what they wanted, cheap thrills!
Top shelf
To refuse her might well be offensive,
And yet he remained apprehensive;
Her obvious charms,
Her bare, welcoming arms,
Made him certain she must be expensive.
User pays
Any way that men twisted and bent her,
To get at the hole in her centre,
Was okay, she said,
Just as long as they read
Her tattoo, which said “Pay as you enter”.
Lonely at the top
At her trade, she’d about reached the pinnacle,
Pretty, but cold, hard and cynical;
Talented, true,
But she tended to screw
In a way that seemed sterile and clinical.
His pound of flesh
Pretty, headstrong, and apt to be rash,
For a fee, she’d adapt to the lash.
A sore bum, a fat purse;
It could well have been worse,
And she was, so to say, strapped for cash.
So he reckoned
With a wink and a gesture, she beckoned;
Bold, buxom, delightfully fecund,
The young snatch of whom,
In a small upstairs room,
He could be up, and would, in a second!
Those whom God hath joined together
She’d split many a marriage asunder,
Which was, of course, small cause for wonder;
Well, not to those matrons,
Whose husbands were patrons,
Whose bellies she’d damply been under!
Niche market
From the gentry, the titled and landed,
By stages, she’d lowered her standard;
She now spread her limbs,
At the lecherous whims
Of low types, to whose vile tastes she pandered.
Love's labour's profit and loss
As for sex, the girl’s rapidly learning,
Becoming, in fact, quite discerning;
A root’s just a root,
And it might, or not, suit
Her, depending on how much she’s earning.