The ship’s cook loves a root, and to earn
A few bucks, the crew fuck her in turn;
A quick brush of the lips,
Then it’s stowed amidships,
Mostly fore, till it’s sore, then astern!
Tag: root
Hard bargain
“No gold ring, no damn fuck!” They’d reached deadlock.
The old philosophical headlock;
He wanted a root?
Better buy a new suit,
And submit to good old holy wedlock!
Invitation
“Free tonight?” he asked… laudable tact…
“Yes, perhaps. Could you be more exact?”
“Okay, how would it suit
To have dinner, then root?”
“Very well, as a matter of fact!”
Hospitality
When a stranger came to the oasis,
Young women would veil their faces;
They wouldn’t say no
To a little root, though,
On a simply hospitable basis.
Love, ostensibly
Getting drunk, passing out… not too sensible.
Groping her tits… reprehensible.
Yes, she was cute…
But to slip her a root?
Understandable, though indefensible!
Not your average Hollywood ending
Naked, tied to a log, the big blade
Roaring closer! [Zoom in: wide eyes]. [Fade].
[Woodchips] [Circular saw].
She screams! [Blood spatter] [Gore].
Next week: Saved! Hero roots her. Fair trade.
Blood on the tracks
Naked, tied to the railway track
Crazy, weird, sick male pay-back!
The trains coming! Toot ! Toot!
Dead, for lack of a root!
No! The hero’s arrived! Bam! Pow! Whack!
Blurred aesthetic
“Fuck that dork? Not without anaesthetic!”
She said. “God! He’s bloody pathetic!”
She gave him a root,
Later, pissed as a newt,
So her words turned out rather prophetic.
Actions speak louder than words
His talk of love, facile and cloying,
She found quite intensely annoying.
Why couldn’t the brute
Just get on with the root,
Which she’d been till then, rather enjoying?
Relative merit
How on earth did that old myth begin,
That a girl shouldn’t root kith and kin?
What with condoms and such,
Does it matter so much,
Whose damn cock she ends up with within?