She was drunk, half-undressed, a bit groggy,
And horny! Her panties were soggy!
Then they too were gone,
And a bit later on
She was rooted, it seems, though it’s foggy.
Tag: rooted
Not a good relationship
She’d had too much to drink, and felt sleepy;
They’d argued, she went to bed, weepy.
He followed her, though,
And still rooted her! So…
Mean… sort of… and weird and creepy.
The indirect approach
She was knickerless, naked essentially,
Ripe to be rooted, potentially;
One of the chaps
On the dance floor, perhaps ……
She was, too, although only tangentially.
Love, more or less
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.
Deja vu
He was certain he’d seen her before;
She was someone he’d rooted, he swore.
Was it Meg? Was it Kate?
The ex-wife of a mate?
So he smiled, which she chose to ignore.
Big-hootered
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!
Workplace relations
Jones, the gardener, grew madly jealous
Of Wilbur, the groom, who’d screwed Alice,
The scullery maid,
For which slight she now paid,
As he rooted her, tied to the trellis!
Sound sleeper
An unscrupulous bastard called Jerry
Deprived a young girl of her cherry:
While drunk, sleeping soundly
He rooted her roundly…
Unsporting of course, but not very.