It was funny… she couldn’t recall…
Was he good looking, plain, short or tall?
She was drunk, it was dark,
In some sort of a park,
Her tits pressed up against a brick wall.
Tag: rape and pillage
The bootless and unhorsed
Battle’s end, and the horseless unbooted
Ran riot and pillaged and looted…
Those grand days of old…
Swags of jewels and gold,
And damn hundreds of girls to be rooted!