“Pray, come sit by the fire, my dear!
Champagne perhaps? Whisky? A beer?
Take off your wet dress.”
And she smiled, nodded yes,
Though his motive was perfectly clear.
Tag: seduction
The ruined maid
Though the scoundrel, the damn ne’er-do-well
Touched her heart, touched her down there as well,
Squeezed her titties and all,
Now she cannot recall
The man’s name, or does not care to tell!
Saving grace
She was left feeling just a bit peeved,
To have let herself be thus deceived;
To be used like a slut,
So embarrassing, but …
Such a cock! One would not have believed!
On the horns of a dilemma
Might things not be at all as they seem?
Might it be a nefarious scheme
To seduce her, she thought,
And if so, then she ought
To do something perhaps. Maybe scream?
Begging the question
All the flowers, the sweet little rhyme,
Was his courtship charade, mere mime?
Did he truly intend
They be wed in the end,
Or was fucking him wasting her time?
Anthropology for beginners
Anthropologists all are agreed,
Man made cider and ale and mead
To get girls in the mood
To be taken and screwed,
Be laid claim to, to root more and breed.
German crumpet
A young jewess once tried to inveigle
Dull Georg Wilhelm Friedrich damn Hegel,
(Wink. Come on upstairs!)
Into sampling her wares;
Come on Georg, have a bit of my bagel!
Victim of circumstances
She’d got into this fix inexplicably.
Yes, he’d behaved quite despicably;
Nevertheless,
What a godawful mess,
Being fucked, it would seem, inextricably!
Water under the bridge
She’d not taken too much to convince.
He’d pull out, she’d just have a quick rinse.
It seemed simple enough.
Poor girl, well up the duff,
And no sign of the bloke, of course, since!
Can’t buy me love
Though he plied her with sweetmeats and liquors,
Bought presents, (he left on the stickers),
A major campaign,
Caviar and champagne,
He still never got into her knickers!