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!
Tag: whore
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.
Human resources
When Victorian wives wore a corset,
To fuck them, a man had to force it;
All rather a bore,
Much more fun with a whore,
So men often preferred to outsource it.
One man’s paradise
There was once an old islamic mullah,
Whose love-life could not have been duller.
He craved after-life,
With no nagging old wife,
Full of virgins of each race and colour!