In polite terms, folk said she was pert;
She was impish and saucy, a flirt,
Bodice bursting its laces,
She loved the men’s faces
The stains on their pants when they’d squirt!
Tag: stains
Dirty laundry
Getting in was a bit of a squash,
But thereafter, delightful, splish-splosh!
That he’d lied through his teeth,
That she’d cried, there beneath,
Like the stains, would come out in the wash.