She’s a whore in a rough-house saloon,
Breasts each like a big rosy balloon!
When she takes men upstairs,
These and much more she bares
Meanwhile humming “Au clair de la lune”.
Tag: whore
The boy and the whore
She said “Come here, love. I won’t bite!”
We’re both grown-ups. Just leave on the light.
Drop your pants. That’s the way.
Let me help, if I may …
Stick it in now. There. Harder! That’s right.”
Tasty tart
He said “Darling, please don’t think me boorish;
That skirt, though, does make you look whore-ish.
Your cleavage, what’s more,
Is too much to ignore!
The whole package, in fact, is quite more-ish!”
Samson and Delilah
Samson’s downfall was rooting Delilah,
That Philistine slut! That defiler!
Cunt-struck, drunk and smitten,
Shaved, weak as a kitten,
They found him. No whore was there viler!
The end justifies the means
Quite the prettiest whore on the street;
She did well, on her regular beat.
Men would wink, she’d nod yes,
And she’d hitch up her dress;
An age-old way of making ends meet.
Twit
As she says, it’s her own life to fritter.
Futile, but the girl ain’t no quitter!
She’ll party all night,
Act the whore, well, not quite,
And next day, tell the whole world on Twitter!
Rose coloured glasses
But to whom could such language refer?
Whore and slut… every possible slur!
They were jealous, those blokes,
And their crude, filthy jokes
Couldn’t possibly be about her!
Unjust deserts
Though she’d known he was not to be trusted,
He’d made her feel foolish and flustered.
Now, virgin no more,
She felt…not like a whore,
But betrayed, sad, and rather disgusted!
Service with a smile
For a whore, she seemed awfully sweet,
Though, of course, it might all be deceit;
Still she’d been a good lay,
And, accepting her pay,
She said “Thanks. Would you like a receipt?”
The whore-monger
He’s a lecherous, heartless whore-monger,
Whose ravenous sexual hunger
Compels him to ravage,
In ways strange and savage,
Young women, and younger, and younger.