The girl wasn’t too clever, I guess;
Girls in love will, as ever, say yes.
She thought he loved her too,
Which, of course, wasn’t true,
But he rooted her, nevertheless.
Tag: root
In season
It was only a bit of a fling,
A stray root, just a symptom of spring;
Mindless rutting was all,
And she couldn’t recall,
The man’s name, but so what? No big thing!
Sleeping Beauty
The prince gazed upon fair Sleeping Beauty;
Her face! And such breasts! What a cutie!
She’d wake up when kissed,
But he couldn’t resist
A quick root, before doing his duty!
Can't get it down
The gods fashioned the wood nymph to cater
For sexual needs in the satyr;
That creature, the faun,
Roots from dusk until dawn,
Rests a while, and then roots some more later!
Mitigation
Charged with riot and mayhem and mutiny,
Facing the judge’s harsh scrutiny,
What could he say,
When His Honour said “Pray,
Those dark maids in the East, did you root any?”
Love's labour's profit and loss
As for sex, the girl’s rapidly learning,
Becoming, in fact, quite discerning;
A root’s just a root,
And it might, or not, suit
Her, depending on how much she’s earning.
Sisters
She was buxom, her sister was flatter,
One slender, one possibly fatter.
They both loved a root,
And were equally cute;
One or both? Did the choice even matter?
Diplomacy
“Want a root?” he asked, oh so refined.
She politely but firmly declined,
Showing great grace and tact,
Though in actual fact
She was more than half that way inclined!
A few good men
She enjoyed a nice root, now and then,
And again, and again, and again,
But to be someone’s wife?
No, she’d make it through life
With a few, (well, a dozen) good men!
Right of way
In her bed, he’d assumed right of way,
Since he’d thought that she would, or she may,
Like a root, just for fun,
As she might well have done,
But not so, in the cold light of day!