Unkind

The poor girl, she was deaf, dumb and blind…
He sneaked up on her ass from behind…
Slipped it up her , but good, 
Just because… well… he could…
Though she seemed not to very much mind . 

Dead of night

A dark street, in the still dead of night, 
And shit happens… she did dread it might…
Was that footsteps she heard?
No… stop being absurd!
But what if…? And she screamed, fled in fright!

In the end

Oh, the depths to which some men descend!
She fought hard, the young lass, to defend
Her shy virtue, her honour…
Alas, though, a goner…
He still got it in, in the end.