City girls have tattoos on their tits
And gold rings in their nipples and clits;
They give blow-jobs in bars,
Don’t wear knickers or bras,
And their jeans slide up into their slits.
City life is all sex, booze and glitz:
Every party’s a sexual blitz.
City girls love to drink,
Then they flirt and they wink,
Lift their skirts and expose their pink bits.
City girls wear short dresses with slits;
You can see a girl’s snatch when she sits.
They all shave round their cunts,
They’ll try anything once,
And they’ll fuck a chair-leg, if it fits.
City girls don’t know when to say quits;
Rules and etiquette give them the shits.
Ask a girl for a screw
And she’ll say “Yeah, you’ll do,
Though I know I’m a slut,” she admits.
Tag: sluts
As luck would have it
She said “Don’t get me wrong, mister, but…
If you’re out on the prowl for a slut,
Then no need to look far…
As sluts go, I’m a star!
And of sluts, in this town, there’s a glut.
Multi-tasking
Girls these days can be had for the asking,
Their inner sluts, ripe for unmasking!
Blow job? Up the arse?
Fuck the whole goddam class?
Not a problem. It’s just multi-tasking.
Taking the vow
A young priest, once frocked up and anointed,
Must find himself quite disappointed,
Not getting to screw
Little sluts (though some do),
Perky titted and flexible jointed.
Disgruntled
Sick of being so often rebuffed,
“They’re all sluts, those damn bitches!” he huffed.
“If they bloody well begged,
Pussies spread, open-legged,
I’d just tell ’em all go and get stuffed!”
Passing muster
The men covered up ever so cleverly;
(Christ! The brass did come down heavily!)
Beds always made,
Never drunk on parade,
Local sluts out of huts before reveille!
Empire
Women, black, brown, all colours and creeds,
Said the captain, would serve a man’s needs.
Well, what else were they for?
Sluts, or spoils of war,
Or else bought for some trinkets and beads.
Kalgoorlie
The young ladies out there in Kalgoorlie
Mostly act fairly impurely.
Not all are hookers;
In fact, the best lookers
Are just sluts. Some virgins too, surely!