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?
Tag: slut
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!”
Innuendo
Although said as a sort of aside,
It was not as if, though, that he’d lied
When he’d called her a slut,
Not in those words, quite, but
Unmistakably, crudely implied.
Confidentiality
She looked like she might root. Well, potentially.
“Yeah”, said his mate. “Confidentially,
See that big bloke?
He says he’s had a poke,
And she’s good, but a slut though, essentially.”
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!
The girl most likely
She was fond of a root, just that way,
User-friendly, perhaps you could say,
In the back of boys’ cars,
Stairways, under the stars,
But no time for love, only for play!
Funny, that.
Her tight jeans tucked up into her cunnie,
A bit of a slut, but a honey!
A couple of drinks,
Might get lucky, he thinks.
As it turns out, he’s right on the money!