“I’m a great root,” she said. “Indisputably!”
Eyes narrowed, gazing inscrutably
Into his own.
Then, in wearier tone,
“I’m a slut; I was born so, immutably.”
Tag: slut
Slut
She was known around town as a slut;
The false charge got her right in the gut!
Yeah, she did like a shag…
Did that make her a slag?
She was awfully good at it, but!
Big-hootered
She was pretty, broad-hipped and big-hootered,
A slut, or at least thus reputed,
But looks are deceptive;
She wasn’t receptive,
Would not, indeed could not, be rooted!
Who'd have thought?
“She’s a slut,” people said with distaste;
She’d been named, shamed and shunned and disgraced,
By damn hypocrites, who
Thought of rooting her too…
Harsh, judgemental, and rather misplaced.
Stirred, not shaken
Though the size of it made her uneasy,
And though she felt sluttish and sleazy,
She’d rather have died
Than not have it inside,
Though the stirring-about made her queasy.
Klutz
Being, sadly, a sexual klutz
Lacking charm, style, good looks and plain guts,
He was not in the hunt
For the more refined cunt,
But he did do alright with the sluts.
Alive!
A bored housewife, who used to contrive
To sneak out for a drink and some jive,
Gave herself to strange men,
And again, and again,
Just to make herself feel alive!