Showing posts with label Morals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morals. Show all posts

Sunday 17 July 2022

AS JIMINY CRICKET FAMOUSLY SAID

As Jiminy Cricket famously said

“Let conscience be your guide”

It’s a simple enough philosophy

Listen to the voice of reason

Keep compassion in your heart

And integrity at your core

And you won’t go far wrong

Thursday 24 March 2022

SEXUAL PREFERENCES # 5

 

I don’t have a favourite,

I love each and every one

Whether happy or sad

Cheerful or glum

 

I love Prayer Claire

And Lazy Daisy

Gaudy Maudie

And Crazy Maisy

 

I love Blue Sue

And Classy Darcy

Timid Ingrid

And Brassy Marcie

 

I love Shy Di

And Sullen Ellen

Beige Paige

And Barren Karen

 

I love Chipper Pippa

And Hairy Mary

All of them from homely

To a little bit scary

Monday 21 March 2022

LOOSE MORALS #1

 

She was without her knickers at Twickers

There was a little thatch at Brans Hatch

There was a blushing fellow at Flushing Meadow

When she was legs akimbo in the limo

Saturday 19 March 2022

LOOSE MORALS # 3

 

There was some show n tell at the hotel

When she showed her tits in St Kitts

She was asked to leave would you believe

So, she showed them again on the plane

Thursday 17 March 2022

LOOSE MORALS # 2

 

She showed all her bits in Biarritz

She went all the way in St Tropez

When she got hot on a yacht

And got bare arsed before the mast

Wednesday 3 June 2009

ANYTHING GOES

The Cole Porter classic “Anything Goes”
Is a song everyone knows
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”
Which attempted to define
The moral decline
Well little did he know
How low morals would go
Now little is left to the imagination
When it come to female emancipation
Woman display themselves to readily
Or dress inappropriately
Their varying degrees of undress
Expose pierced and tattooed flesh
In thongs with exposed arses
Or skirts as short as west end farces
Naked midriffs of all shapes and sizes
Leaving no room for surprises
Flesh erupts like a muffin
Over waist bands unable to keep it in
And no one should ever wear Lycra
Unless their figure is micra
There are things that should remain hidden
And only revealed when bidden
Equally there are also things about a woman
That does not need to be revealed to a man
For example a cause of great consternation
Is that we get to here about their constipation
Loss of bladder control issues
Feminine freshness wipes and tissues
Then there is the shaving and waxing
And treatments men would find quite taxing
There are things we don’t need to see or hear
I just want to make that clear
One behaviour that’s quite disturbing
Is a mother in public breast feeding
Nursing a baby we don’t want to see
No matter how nice her nurses maybe
But the very worst thing to see
Is when they are out socially
Woman kind when emancipated
Failed to do what was anticipated
In taming the animal in men
And preventing his wildness emerging again
Instead women have fallen into the pit
And show know intention of leaving it
Laddettes and matrons who should know better
End up drunk laying in the gutter
Even at a holiday resort
Men look on as they disport
Cavorting bare chest-ed
Free of the clothes they have divested
As they display manicured muffs
And unmatched collar and cuffs
The tattooes, piercings and body art
Are the only way to tell them apart
Full of cocktails and beer
And the odd infection I fear
I’m not sure Mrs Pankhurst
When the idea struck her first
Envisaged that this would be the way of it
And Cole Porter didn’t know the half of it
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”