“”Hello sailor!” The tart called. “Ahoy!”
He walked over, surprisingly coy.
“You got such a nice bum,”
He said. “Lovely for some.
What a pity you ain’t a nice boy!”
Tag: tart
All you can eat
The young waitress, a pert little tart,
Said “Buffet? Or you want a la carte?”
He liked what he saw…
“Let’s say twenty bucks more,
And I get to eat you… just to start!”
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.
Serial monogamy
Not a tart, but a slut still, essentially,
(Liked a good fuck, confidentially!)
Lovers to burn,
But loved each one in turn;
Rooting one then another, sequentially.
Reverse snobbery
Just a tart, her life no bed of roses,
Called slut; people looked down their noses,
But no damn Plain Jane;
She drank only champagne!
Consolation, of sorts, one supposes.
Tactless
The tart’s vulgar words stung like a slap,
Prick so hard, if it bent it might snap,
As he stood there and stared,
Frankly just a bit scared.
“Whatcha waitin’ for, kid? Want a map?”
Moot point
She could be quite a tart, when it suited,
Straight-faced, sotto voce, she mooted…
If dinner went well…
Why, a girl couldn’t tell…
She might not mind, perhaps, being rooted.
The pimp
The girl’s pimp was a bastard and heartless,
Insensitive, brutal and artless;
She married a john
Who’d proposed, whereupon
The said pimp was left skint, pissed and tartless!
The tart
Though she dressed and behaved like a tart,
When she fucked, she fucked straight from the heart,
Which she wore on her sleeve,
And good sex, I believe,
And great tits are a pretty good start!
Front runner
She’s attractive, though not very smart,
Low IQ, big fake tits, and a tart.
She’s an airhead, it’s true,
But a wonderful screw!
In a girlfriend that’s not a bad start.