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!
Tag: prostitution
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!”
Truth in advertising
“Virgin. Eighteen. Great body. Superb!”
So it said in the newspaper blurb.
He drove by, as you do,
But the only thing new
Was a small-titted kid on the kerb.
His pound of flesh
In the end, he became quite irate.
“Since you’re charging me such a high rate”,
He roared. “ Bugger the licks,
And your clever damn tricks,
Get your cunt on my cock and gyrate!”
Behind the eight ball
Seemed whatever she did turned out crooked
Life pretty much had her damn snookered!
She’d waitressed, parked cars,
Picked up men in rough bars,
Then thought “Fuck it!”, and just straight-out hookered.
Fairy-tale ending
Pretty weird! She’s dressed as Snow White …
Kinky, yeah? Still, it’s been a slow night…
So… she’s there, being screwed
By this little fat dude…
What a giggle! (She doesn’t, though, quite.)
Slim pickings
Though flat-chested and thin, a late bloomer;
That didn’t upset his good humour…
A virgin, still learning
To please the discerning,
And rather demanding consumer!
God’s gifts
She killed time at her various schools,
Till she worked out most men are damn fools,
Then she lived by her wits,
With her god-given tits
And her pussy as bargaining tools.
Spoilt for choice
Young and nubile, he’d said to her pimp;
There she is, bound and gagged, like a gimp,
His to use and abuse,
Any way he might choose…
And his damn cock still floppy and limp!
For services rendered
He said “Darling, please don’t be offended …
Good lord! No offence is intended!
As cheap as it sounds,
Please accept these few pounds,
As a payment for services rendered.”