Said Her Majesty, “This is just awful!
One ought to just make it unlawful,
Let men be disgraced,
For such damned sinful waste
Of good money and seed, by the whoreful!
Tag: prostitution
Hello sailor
“”Hello sailor!” The tart called. “Ahoy!”
He walked over, surprisingly coy.
“You got such a nice bum,”
He said. “Lovely for some.
What a pity you ain’t a nice boy!”
Propriety
The come-ons of the pretty young whores,
In their snippets of satin and gauze,
Splendid tits, a nice arse,
As he hurries to pass,
Mr. Charles James Esq. ignores.
The photographer’s model
A photographer’s model, her fees
(“Spread your legs, darlin’. Wider. Say cheese!”)
Depend largely on what
You want done, clothed or not,
If the rent’s due, and if you say please.
The madam
Just fifteen when she went on the game,
Now she owned her own house of ill fame.
She still screwed the odd john,
Just to be, like, hands-on;
Plus se change, the more ever the same!
The balance of trade
Once seduced and abandoned, betrayed,
She soon turned to the world’s oldest trade.
She did rather well, though,
Dressed up nice… Even so,
It was all a pathetic charade!
The silver lining
Men are bastards, she’d learned, to her cost.
Having been seduced, then double-crossed.
Then she found out men paid,
Though, to get themselves laid,
Pretty well, too, so all was not lost.
Rigor mortis
The young whore peered into the coffin.
“Poor Shamus! He visited often.
A terrible shock!
Such a lovely big cock,
Which, I see, death’s done little to soften!”
Waste not, want not
She was plainly hard up, the poor lass,
Just a cheap little slut, to be crass!
Though he found it distasteful,
It seemed rather wasteful
To not fuck the trollop, alas!
All you can eat
The young waitress, a pert little tart,
Said “Buffet? Or you want a la carte?”
He liked what he saw…
“Let’s say twenty bucks more,
And I get to eat you… just to start!”