The hunt cancelled; too wet to be riding,
His lordship, besotted, presiding,
Called “Wench! You be the fox!
Tally ho! Out with cocks!
Her poor pussy, once caught, took a hiding!
Tag: wench
Variations on a theme
Yep, I’m up for it lads, she said wenchily.
Comes down to how, then, essentially.
Blow jobs all round?
Breaks the ice, like, I’ve found.
Pussy? Arse? Both at once, or sequentially?
As soon be hung for a sheep as a lamb
He’d undone every last lace and button,
In haste, quite the sexual glutton!
Her dress fell away;
Naked flesh on display …
Lovely wench! She’d been lamb dressed as mutton!
Candlelight
The soiree became rather debauched…
Wenches whipped, raped, their pubic hair torched!
The old Marquis de Sade
And his friends partied hard…
Poor whores, underpaid, played with and scorched!
Behaving rumly
When he’d fucked her, she’d just lain there dumbly.
When done, she’d got dressed and left glumly.
It spoiled the fun,
Or it might well have done,
Had the damn wench not been so damn comely!
The timid maiden
Although pretty, the wench was so timid,
Despite the hot passion that simmered,
That welled in her breast…
She said naught to him, lest
She destroy any faint hope that glimmered.
Viking lads
When young vikings would gather, they met
To bump heads, and to blather, and get
Drunk on ale or mead,
Bed a wench, splash their seed
‘Twixt her loins, in a lather of sweat!
The French wench
Bold Sir Percival, fighting the French,
Came across an inviting young wench.
He thought “God, what a charmer!
And me in my armour,
Locked in without spanner or wrench!”
English wenches
English wenches are freckled and fair,
Pale and charmingly speckled when bare:
They have wonderful norks,
Use the right knives and forks,
And God made them for sex, I declare!