There once was a woman well-dressed,
In a soft, little, low-cut vest.
She leaned on the bar,
Drew stares from afar—
That vest was the only thing she possessed.
Date night:
Candlelight flickers
Lips touching, promising more
You feel her heat rise!
Scout:
There once was a girl-scout in Kent
Redefining what 'girl-scout' meant
At night, all alone
He'd crawl around prone
Right into each sleeping girl's tent!
There is that one marvel of wear,
A dress held aloft by sheer air,
No strap can be seen,
Yet it stays prim and clean—
Though men wish for more gravity there!
For today's theme:
There once was a girl by the sea,
Sucking popsicle, for all men to see.
She licked it real slow,
Till the men all would glow
Thinking, “Blimey… I wish that were me.”
There once were some ladies on tour,
With heels, shots, and plans quite impure;
They'd dance and they'd tease,
And find strangers to please,
Go home aching, filled with ... joy ..., yeah, sure!
There once was a Valkyrie fair,
Who scooped up a corpse from the air;
To Valhalla she flew,
Where he rose, strong and new—
And she put his stiff lance ... right there!
There once was a lass snug in flannel,
Who loved how her nightwear could handle
Each wiggle and grind—
When passions aligned,
So she wore them while filling her channel.
There once was a lord, so I'm told,
Who's daughter at tea-time was bold;
They sipped and they grinned,
On his lap she sinned,
While engulfing him in her fold.
There once was a young woman named May,
Who collected donations all day;
With a smile and a cup,
She’d give you a rub ...
For the 'bank' needs your sperm, shoot away!
There once danced a toy-soldier lad,
Whose leaps made the Sugar Plum mad;
Their pas de deux swirled,
Her secrets unfurled—
and backstage they soon both got laid.
Superman and -girl were quite high
And started to spar in the sky
But each thundering blow
Teased the watchers below
As legs spread and thigh pressed into thigh