When one’s forebears are by and large royal,
One does rather shirk honest toil,
And also expect
That girls show their respect,
And lie down and act suitably loyal.
Tag: royalty
Rules of Games
With the tip of my pearl-handled foil,
I toucheed her clitoris royal…
The onlookers were hushed…
Quoth Her Majesty, flushed,
“That is not, Sir, according to Hoyle!”
The Christmas spirit
“My fair queen, compliments of the season!”
He said. “I, of course, have no reason
To say no, but still…
As you wish, so I will…
To not fuck you might constitute treason!”
Unavoidably detained
“Goodness me!” said the queen. “What a treasure!
Ten inches, I’d say! Let me measure!”
Just he now remained,
The ball over, detained
As they say, at her majesty’s pleasure!
Needs must
The crown prince, being not yet enthroned,
Could of course, still, not be just disowned…
That he rooted with whores
Tolerated because
It must be, though of course not condoned.
The queen and the peasant
The queen eyed off the handsome young vassal.
The king’s cock hung limp as a tassel…
A sham of a marriage…
She called “Stop the carriage!
Guard! Fetch this man up to the castle!
We are not amused
Being royal has pluses and minuses;
Rooting, one night, late, their highnesses
Made such a din,
The equerry rushed in,
Making noises like clearing his sinuses!