A young lady, much pampered and spoiled,
Her parents’ fond fantasies foiled:
She met, and was had,
By a neighbourhood lad,
And the goods, though not damaged, were soiled.
Tag: virtue
The serpent’s tongue
His intentions remained quite opaque.
The poor girl, with her virtue at stake!
She did love him, she thought…
Did he just want his sport,
To just fuck her, then leave her, the snake?
Yielding not to temptation
Like virtue’s last stalwart defender,
A credit to God and her gender,
She kept him at bay,
Although more than half-way
To corrupted… inclined to surrender!
Spare the rod, spoil the child
Same old story, sad, commonplace, sordid;
Drunk, rooted, her clothing disordered,
In such sorry state,
When she staggered home, late,
Her dad thrashed her! Thus virtue’s rewarded.
The flesh and the spirit
Said a pious young Anglican deacon,
“One’s virtue should shine like a beacon!
When tempted, of course,
One may find, with remorse,
Flesh too willing. The spirit may weaken.”
What odds?
The maid glumly considered her plight;
Tipsy, naked, well almost, not quite.
From the bulge in his pants,
There now seemed little chance
That her virtue would see out the night.
Buyer beware
Since they hadn’t been caught in the act,
That she’d fucked wasn’t known for a fact.
A more suitable suitor
Was found than the rooter,
Her virtue, he thought, still intact.
Virtual reality
Eyes downcast, she undressed, they embraced;
She returned his kiss, girlish and chaste.
Did they fuck? Had she dreamed?
The girl’s virtue, it seemed,
Wasn’t lost, so much, more like misplaced!
Hollywood
In the film, from the poem or ballad,
The heroine, helpless and pallid,
Her virtue in peril,
Is rescued by Errol
(Flynn. Clark also valid.)
No harm in trying
Young ladies, whenever you flirt you
Do so at the risk of your virtue.
Be mindful, however,
It’s now, or else never,
So maybe a root wouldn’t hurt you!