“I’m a great root,” she said. “Indisputably!”
Eyes narrowed, gazing inscrutably
Into his own.
Then, in wearier tone,
“I’m a slut; I was born so, immutably.”
Tag: root
No harm in trying
Young ladies, whenever you flirt you
Do so at the risk of your virtue.
Be mindful, however,
It’s now, or else never,
So maybe a root wouldn’t hurt you!
In his dreams
He thought “This is as good as it gets!”
He’d suggested a root; she’d said “Let’s!”
But the girl of his dreams
Was unfaithful, it seems,
And a fuck was just hedging her bets.
Rules of engagement
Noble knights and the horseless unbooted
Burned houses and pillaged and looted;
They slaughtered their foes,
Mostly men, I suppose,
Girls and women, of course, they just rooted.
The itch
On the beach, wearing hardly a stitch,
She enjoyed watching men’s crotches twitch;
If he played his cards right,
She would root one tonight,
And she didn’t mind very much which!
Natural selection
She embarked on her marital quest
With a truly remarkable zest,
As she, suitor by suitor,
Allowed them to root her,
To work out which one did it best!
The book's cover
Her loud clothes and her make-up disguise
Saggy tits, a big bum and thick thighs,
But she’s such a good sport,
One forgets, (as one ought),
That she’s not a great root, though she tries.
The biological imperative
From the moment they enter their teens,
A young person’s life wildly careens,
In the headlong pursuit
Of somebody to root,
In a mad rush to pass on their genes.
Post hoc, ergo propter hoc
To have screwed him she must have been mad!
But was nonetheless glad that she had.
She’d just wanted a root,
Didn’t love the big brute…
Well… perhaps… yes… she did… just a tad.
Kate and Jane
Kate and Jane have a similar figure;
(Kate’s tits are perhaps a bit bigger.)
They’re equally cute,
And they both love a root,
Although Jane, perhaps, roots with more vigour!