Drunk, in panties and bra, both askew,
She’d begun to attract quite a queue
“Look,” she said. “Tell you what;”
I can’t screw the whole lot,
But I’d say I can screw quite a few!”
Tag: screw
Mateship
We get drunk. My mate’s girlfriend is there.
They start fucking. I say “That’s not fair!
I’ve got no one to screw!”
He says “You fuck her too…
She’s got plenty of holes. We can share!”
Good loser
She’d lost bra, panties, totally bare!
He said “Play one more hand, if you dare!
If I win, then we fuck!”
She replied “Try your luck…
Or just screw me right now. I don’t care”
Post-diluvian pragmatism
“Well, it’s just been that way since the ark,”
He said pensively. Puzzling remark.
“Boy and girl, two by two;
The main thing is the screw.”
It rang true, though, she thought, although stark.
Circa 1960
She dropped in for a neighbourly chat,
Brought an apple pie too! Fancy that!
Such the nice thing to do…
So he gave her a screw,
On the floor, by the door, on the mat!
Getting laity
Once religious, she’d lately recanted.
“You’ll burn in hell, girl!” the priest ranted.
A guy that she knew
Then agreed to a screw;
“Good, that’s out of the way too,” she panted.
A rose by any other name
Though to make love does sound more romantic,
Not wishing to to seem too pedantic,
To fuck, root or screw
Is as much fun to do,
And the difference only semantic!
The loophole
Christian women, God’s virgins, rejoice!
For small blessings, give thanks, raise your voice!
No, of course you can’t screw
As unsaved women do…
There’s still buggery though… It’s your choice!
One track mind
When she laughed at the man’s one track mind,
He said “Yes, well, my thoughts are confined
To when next we might screw,
And the things that I’ll do,
And which orifice, things of that kind.”
Best friends
They did make quite a handsome young pair,
Which was nice, but it didn’t seem fair!
Her friend had him to screw;
What was she meant to do?
Though, perhaps, they could take turns and share!