Mislaid

Young.. fresh meat, as they say in the trade…
But she’d fucked the wrong guy, I’m afraid…
It was dark, she’d been drinking…
But what was she thinking?
Virginity sadly mislaid!

Maidenhead

In the past, when a woman was wed,
She’d be later escorted to bed,
And the stained wedding sheet
Would be hung in the street,
As a proof she was virgin, and bled.

Though all knew the bride’s blood must be shed
Many brides, I suspect, and it’s said,
Fooled their husbands, of course,
With some raspberry sauce,
Or some wine, or most anything red.