She was pretty, broad-hipped and big-hootered,
A slut, or at least thus reputed,
But looks are deceptive;
She wasn’t receptive,
Would not, indeed could not, be rooted!
Tag: root
Premeditation
Though a virgin, she thought, if she chose,
That, depending on feelings, who knows…
If the fellow was cute,
And he wanted a root,
She’d say yes, if the question arose.
The way of the world
It’s the way of the world, I suppose;
A young girl has to stay on her toes.
She’d said yes to a drink
Which, of course, made him think
She might root. And she did. So it goes.
The bottom line
The third blonde from the left would be suitable,
Maybe… in fact, indisputable:
Nice face, great figure,
(Tits could have been bigger).
On balance, though, totally rootable!
Chat
They’d been chatting on-line, by computer,
Swapped photos, but live she was cuter,
And, though she might think
They’d just met for a drink,
His intention of course was to root her!
Persistence pays
He was nothing if not, well, persistent,
So, since he was so damned insistent,
She gave him a root,
(Since he was rather cute),
Though throughout it, she did remain distant.
An udder story
If you like your girls buxom and hairy,
That’s fine, but perhaps a bit scary.
If wanting to root
Girls with jugs and hirsute
You might fancy a job in a dairy.
Manners do matter
Though the girl was an unashamed tease,
When he begged for a root, and said “please”,
She took something like pity,
Exposed some more titty,
And gave his poor hard-on a squeeze.
Sade but true
The eccentric old Marquis de Sade
Liked a root, but he couldn’t get hard
Without causing girls pain,
But what’s hard to explain
Is, they came back for more, although scarred!
Never the bride
She held hordes of admirers in thrall,
So damn many she couldn’t recall:
Since she couldn’t decide
To which one she’d be bride,
She said “Fuck it, I’ll just root ’em all!”