For some reason she couldn’t explain,
She was horny. Resistance was vain!
She’d come twice with her hand …
Would that man understand,
And just root her, right there on the train?
Tag: root
Non-gender-specific
She was cute as a button, or cuter,
Great tits and nice arse, a mad rooter!
She didn’t much care
About how, when or where,
Man or woman, uncertain or neuter!
Relatively speaking
Cousin-rooter! A nasty appellative.
Who could resist, though a relative!
Nice little tits,
Arse. Well, if the shoe fits …
Though in fact it was mostly just fellative.
Pre-feminism
With a pussy as snug as a thimble,
Athletic, inventive and nimble,
She loved a good root,
But her great disrepute
Made her less than a feminist symbol!
Good night, Sir Knight
Knightly heroes, in sonnet and ballad,
Saved maidens, soft, gentle and pallid,
From dragons and such,
Who said “Thanks very much!
Want a root?” (Strike out “virgin”. Not valid.)
Cold fish
When he said “Want a root?” she said “Yeah”,
Though she seemed not to very much care.
She just went through the motions,
Deadpan, no emotions,
At best, sort of vaguely aware.
Apollo
That olympian fucker, Apollo,
A bit of a hard act to follow,
Could root nymphs for hours,
His priapic powers
Incredible! (Well, hard to swallow.)
Wild West 3
Cowboys loved to root frisky young squaws,
Which was great fun, but risky because
You might finish up scalped,
But it couldn’t be helped;
It was that or just whisky and whores!
Gregarious
Nice big titties. A nice bit of tail,
And fond of a few pints of ale.
A good sport, good sort,
Best of all, the lads thought,
She’d root anything passably male!
You Tarzan, me Jane
A bit sluttish, but terribly cute,
She said “Hello, I’m Jane. Want a root?
Like the man says, just do it!
There isn’t much to it;
Just get out your cock, point and shoot!”