He’s a scoundrel, at least so reputed;
Vague hints of seduction he’d mooted!
She mustn’t be late,
Friday night, for their date,
And miss out on, perhaps, getting rooted!
Tag: rooted
Silver lining
It turned out as her mother foretold;
Seduced, rooted and left in the cold.
There’d been nice presents though,
And the sex was good, so,
Although miffed, she was somewhat consoled.
Better late than never
She was giggly, a fainter, a swooner,
Her cunt tasted rather like tuna.
Though overly busty,
In bed she was lusty;
He wished that he’d rooted her sooner!
The gamut
She’d been rooted for hours, god dammit!
They’d run the whole sexual gamut;
Mouth, cunt, arse, and more!
She was tired and sore.
Was there anywhere else he could cram it?
Virtue impugned
Had he thought of the wrath he’d incur,
He’d have been careful not to infer
That he’d rooted her once,
When, despite all the cunts
He’d been in in , he had not been in her!
Imperturbable
Hands and feet tied, she wriggled and shuffled,
Gagged too, her small protests were muffled,
Upstairs, in his flat,
Rooted this way and that,
Throughout which she was strangely unruffled!
Instant family
Just a case of trust sadly misplaced;
She was rooted, knocked up, left red-faced.
She seduced someone new,
Not much fussed about who,
Since the first fellow couldn’t be traced.
Goodwill hunting
Bemused friends couldn’t see the attraction;
He didn’t give much satisfaction,
She rooted him, still,
Partly out of goodwill,
And, well, just for a bit of distraction!
Interface problem
Their relationship, once in the pink…
Lots of sex, all it took was a wink…
They still rooted, and stuff,
But it wasn’t enough;
They just sort of, like, felt out of sync.
Broken in
Well he knew she was no longer chaste;
She’d been screwed and abandoned, disgraced…
That she’d rooted some toff,
Not one bit put him off;
Such sweet crumpet should ne’er go to waste!