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!
Tag: prostitution
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!”
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!