Like a goddess, the girl he adored,
Though in many ways, sadly, much flawed…
She in fact was a whore
And, what’s worse, she cost more
Than a fellow like him could afford.
Tag: prostitution
Fallen
The poor girl… such a sad fall from grace…
You can see it writ plain on her face…
Now she’s walking the street,
Fucking men, just to eat,
Wearing naught but a few wisps of lace.
Afterglow
She grew tired, began to perspire,
Kept count of the cost of her hire…
She’d done pretty well…
Suck, fuck, anal as well…
Just a pity her prices weren’t higher!
Exclusivity
How on earth could a girl that good looking
Be possibly on the street, hooking?
He asked her how much…
Oral, anal and such…
“Lots!” she said. “And you must make a booking!”
Money talks
She says “Listen, no need to get cross…
Pay up front, right, and you’re the damn boss…
Fuck me any which way…
But no money, no play…
Be a tight-ass. It’s your fuckin’ loss!”
The artiste
Not a stripper, a proper artiste…
Wants a lap dance? Indeed! Filthy beast!
And to take off her thong!
Well, he’s got that damn wrong!
That’s a hundred bucks extra, at least!
Swap meat
“Wife for rent, swapping, borrowing, trading”
His ad said… Her beauty was fading…
But goods? Just a chattel?
No better than cattle?
Well “Fuck!” she thought. “Rather degrading!”
Contra deal
An unscrupulous lawyer called Crewes
Made an offer she couldn’t refuse,
To a girl on her knees,
Who could not pay his fees,
And had nought but her virtue to lose.
Group concession
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!
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!”