She was rather put out, and quite rightfully…
Cunt worse for wear (but not frightfully).
Fucked like a whore!
Though she fought him, and swore,
Still she came. God, she came! Damn delightfully!
Tag: whore
Life
She served drinks in a tavern and whored.
Shame and guilt she could hardly afford.
Just a sort of a life,
Till a mother and wife,
A fond dream she was working toward!
For better or for worse
Lucy’s husband, Fred, whom she adored,
Was a man e’er so tragically flawed.
While she cooked, cleaned and bred,
Kept him warm, nights, in bed,
The louse gambled, drank beer and whored!
On the job
Naked, dangling there, twisting and turning,
Despite all the cash she was earning,
She thought “How much more?
God! I might be a whore,
But it’s time I became more discerning!”
The company he keeps
Said Her Majesty, “This is just awful!
One ought to just make it unlawful,
Let men be disgraced,
For such damned sinful waste
Of good money and seed, by the whoreful!
Her last assignation
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.
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!”