A downright unforgivable slur,
The suggestion that slut might be her,
Who’d consorted with lords,
Once, when treading the boards!
Married now, rich! And what if it were?
Tag: slut
Doing the dirty
She could act quite the slut, when it suited,
Get drunk, flash her tits and get rooted.
Most nights, in fact, though,
If asked out, she said no,
And stayed home and, like, just self-polluted.
Waste not, want not
She was plainly hard up, the poor lass,
Just a cheap little slut, to be crass!
Though he found it distasteful,
It seemed rather wasteful
To not fuck the trollop, alas!
The general and the particular
It did seem she did rather resent
The term slut, which he’d only half meant;
Yes, he’d gone a bit far,
Although most women are,
To a greater or lesser extent.
First impression
Not too awful, she had to confess:
Not much bleeding, no tears, no stress.
She’d quite liked her first fuck.
(Maybe sheer dumb luck).
“A bit slutty”, she thought, “though, I guess!”
On the market
Saucy look, bit more tit, bit more leg …
Yeah, like Mum says, he’s rough, a bad egg…
But she’d fuck him like that!
She’s not ugly, not fat …
Fuckin’ hell! Does a girl have to beg?
Penny dreadful
In a laneway, behind the school fence,
In a dunny, the Ladies or Gents,
She’d go down on a bloke,
Even give him a poke,
And all just for a handful of pence!
Ladette
Not a tart, just a bloody good sport!
Not a slut… something, though, of that sort.
She just loves a good root…
So the question is moot.
She’s like one of the lads, like, he thought.
Welcome doormat
He went back to her, cheated and lied,
And was welcomed with legs open wide.
Just a slut, to be lenient,
Bloody convenient
Though, for a bit on the side!
They also serve
“Look at you, pet, all sulky and sniffy!”
She said. “Just keep rubbing your stiffy!
Your friend’s almost done,
Then some nice buttered bun!
Slip, slop, slap! You’ll get off in a jiffy!”