There’s a girl of the oldest profession,
Who gives quite a decent concession
To any-sized group,
From a small boy-scout troop,
To a rowdy St Patrick’s procession!
Tag: prostitution
What price virtue?
Cried the maiden, “My lord, you’ve betrayed me!
A dishonest woman you’ve made me,
And worse still, the shame,
That a woman’s good name
Should be worth that poor pittance you’ve paid me!”
Institutionalised
I think marriage a fine institution,
And often the only solution.
For girls, what remains
If they lack looks or brains,
Is the convent, or else prostitution!
On the market
She contracted her service to render,
And threw herself open to to tender:
She placed a reserve,
To discourage the perv,
But took bids irrespective of gender.
Supply and demand
In this sad economic recession,
It’s five dollars less for a session:
The best whore in town
Has her asking price down,
And some offer a student concession!
John, Lee (hooker)
Rent boy
A pathetically penniless gent
Fucks his landlord’s wife, Maude, for the rent:
Though she’s large and unsightly
He rogers her nightly,
Then creeps back to bed, when he’s spent!
Vocational guidance
Said Kathleen, in the darkened confessional,
“God forgive me! My needs are obsessional!
Said the Father, “My child,
When the flesh runs thus wild,
Give some thought to becoming professional.”
Appeasement
Their depraved appetites to appease,
Certain men pay exorbitant fees
To a smart woman who
Found that, rather than screw
They’re quite happy to watch while she pees.
The cost of doing business
Said a worn-out old hooker, dismayed
“I’ve been too many years in the trade:
I’m decidedly jaded,
My beauty has faded,
The lips of my fanny are frayed!