Her dress carelessly clinging and ragged,
The tipsy whore stumbled and staggered.
Alas, and alack!
In the darkness lurked Jack,
His cock hard, his blade cold, sharp and jagged.
Tag: whore
Reconciliation
When he found out his girlfriend was cheating,
He called her names not worth repeating,
(Okay, bitch and slut.)
He forgave her then, but,
Well, of course, her cute arse took some beating!
When in Rome, do as the Romans do
Though her young heart would always be Zion’s,
A slave now, in Rome, clapped in irons,
Raped! Buggered, what’s more!
Might as well be a whore,
She despaired, as be fed to the lions!
Rigor mortis
The young whore peered into the coffin.
“Poor Shamus! He visited often.
A terrible shock!
Such a lovely big cock,
Which, I see, death’s done little to soften!”
Taking him down a peg
The young whore said, and couldn’t be blunter,
“I’d not call the arrogant cunt a
Big player. No way!
He’s a lousy damn lay,
Just another damn dumb fuckin’ punter!”
Oral testimony
The saloon whore said “Yessirree, Marshall,
I reckon I’m gettin’ damn partial
To bein’ et out,
Makes me come like get out,
Your sweet tongue, or that walrus moustache’ll!
All cats are grey in the dark
He just wanted some pussy, some bint,
But was hard up. In fact he was skint,
So he’d have to make do,
If he wanted a screw,
With the whore with the hare-lip and squint.
Love-sick
Love-sick fool! She began to undress…
A bit mean to have not, or done less.
So she’d fuck like a whore,
Till his cock was red-raw!
Yes, she thought, well until or unless.
Practice versus theory
The best whore ain’t got no heart of gold;
She’s a woman can be bought and sold,
No damn love-talk and shit,
Just get off her damn kit,
And do what a man wants when she’s told.
Makin’ bacon
One less drink might have just saved her bacon,
Good sense though, alas, long forsaken,
She acted the whore,
An impression, what’s more,
In which, sadly, she wasn’t mistaken!”