Let me dine on immoral flesh
So readily on display
Let me sup on the
promiscuous
Who will let me have
my way
Let me exorcise my
desires
On the willing assets
of the age
Let me use them and
abuse them
While they brazenly
assuage
Let me choose from the
buffet
One who will eagerly
delight
It takes very little
effort
If you do the thing
right
Just start at Wetherspoons
On almost any given night
I love little pussy,
Now don’t get excited
It’s not that kind of
rhyme
That I want to be
recited
Are you wearing something?
As you glide
gracefully down the aisle
Having knowledge of
you as I do
Wearing no underwear
is more your style
My cousin is a Chav
And at the age of
twenty seven
Is known to the family
As Granny Helen
I spoke the words
Though they came hard
But I could see each
syllable
Cut her like a blade
Each word was a stab
at her heart
The final sentence the
coup de grace
A pregnant pause
followed
She looked stunned
Bemused by my speech
Then the tears came
But I had no words of
comfort
It hurt me to know
That I had hurt her
But I couldn’t live another
minute
In a loveless void
The two girls are in a car
Driving along
Without any music
Now that sounds wrong
But who is driving?
Peaches or Bimbette
Well actually the
driver
I asked my granddaughter
If she was sexually
active
It was a natural
question
She’s very attractive
Then I asked, “Do you
use protection”
This didn’t embarrass
her
“Of course grandma
