She’s a bit of a drunk, and a trollop.
Her right fist, if irked, packs a wallop!
She gives awesome head…
When you get her in bed,
You’ll be coming, cross-eyed, by the dollop!
Tag: trollop
Waste not, want not
She was plainly hard up, the poor lass,
Just a cheap little slut, to be crass!
Though he found it distasteful,
It seemed rather wasteful
To not fuck the trollop, alas!
Slattern
A loose woman, a trollop, a slattern!
These things, though, do follow a pattern;
Though prudes crossed the street,
She had plenty to eat,
Silken undies and dresses of satin.
Damp squib
Though in fact quite a sexual squib,
And a virgin, she’d told him a fib;
“I’m a trollop!” she’d said.
Naked now, in his bed,
What to do? She’d just have to ad-lib!