The all-girl crew the captain recruited
Just worked off and on, when it suited,
But still, one and all,
Neither minded a squall,
Nor at night taking turns to be rooted.
Tag: rooted
Al fresco
“Your next question, then’s, my place or yours?”
She said. “God! Bloody men are such bores!
There’s the beach, There’s the park,
And it’s pretty much dark,
And I love being rooted outdoors!”
The bootless and unhorsed
Battle’s end, and the horseless unbooted
Ran riot and pillaged and looted…
Those grand days of old…
Swags of jewels and gold,
And damn hundreds of girls to be rooted!
Water
When a woman’s quite done being rooted,
A bidet or douche is reputed
To stop… oh, well… maybe,
Her having a baby…
The semen, at least, is diluted.
Stockholm syndrome
“I’ve been used by him, tied up, mistreated…
Been rooted rough too, like,” she tweeted.
“And maybe tonight,
If I’m lucky, it might,
If I’m naughty enough, be repeated!”
Gullible
She was better without him, the rat!
He drank, gambled, screwed whores, and all that,
And he beat her up too…
But he loved her, she knew…
When he rooted her, like, first he spat.
Fate worse than death
Dressed up nice for the dance, her first date…
Had a few drinks… some more… whoops! Too late!
Out the back, throwing up…
Part of just growing up…
Being rooted like that… it’s just fate.
Invitation
Pussy lips pouting, damp, convoluted,
Just slightly agape, so well suited
To focus the mind…
As if purpose-designed
To be lovingly touched, kissed and rooted!
A few drinks
“Shut your mouth, and get naked!” he ordered.
His drunken friends laughed and applauded.
She grinned and saluted…
“Now come and get rooted,”
He said. Oh god! No more! Too sordid!
Look, don’t touch
What a joy for the lucky beholder!
A shame, such a shame, as he told her.
She might have said no…
He’d have rooted her though,
Had she been just a little bit older.