In the Saturday night hurly-burly,
One might meet a willing young girlie,
And whisk her away
For a grope or a lay,
But the best ones are mostly gone early!
Tag: pub
The rake’s progress
With the dissolute ways he’d espoused,
He dressed rakishly, gambled, caroused.
He’d squeeze tits, pat and rub
Wenches’ cunts at the pub;
Codpiece bulging the more, when aroused!
Ants in her pants
Getting picked up in pubs can be chancy,
But sometimes a girl gets so antsy,
Risks, benefits weighed,
She’ll go get herself laid,
By whatever damn jock she might fancy.
Rubbity-dub
A nice girl he’d just met at the pub,
In the midst of the rowdy hubbub,
Slyly unzipped his fly,
Looked him straight in the eye,
And quite publicly gave him a rub!
The off-chance
A girl goes to the pub with a plan;
To attract a nice gullible man,
Who might pay for her drinks,
Whom she’ll kiss, if she thinks
He might fancy a fuck, if he can.