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- A Subjective A to Z
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Accounts
Was quite so uncommonly canny;
She kept it all reckoned,
And charged by the second
For connexion and use of her fanny.
Back Up
Was thought by her friends to be potty,
For she smiled all day
In the silliest way
From the feel of the prick in her bottie.
Commerce
Whose talent in business was sellin’
She never would fail
To make a good sale,
What Ellen was sellin’ u’d be tellin’.
Drama
Lay bare, with a wreath of camelia.
When offered a go
Prince Hamlet said no
His cumfort was not necrophilia.
Ecclesiastical
Took hold on a lady called Nuria.
Now among nuns
Her .. cup .. over-runs
With Bishops’ and Papal peculiar.
Fashion
Is truly incredibly bendy.
She fucks doggy style
And bends with a smile
To lick at his balls – ‘cos its trendy.
Greek
Their thinking was all on things high higher,
But my thoughts are low low,
As dirty lusts go,
So bugger me, please, in this stinking old mire.”
Hollywood
Of masculine wiles was wary.
She firmly said no
To the handsomest beau,
But Granted her favors to Cary.
“In”
Will never go out with a fellow.
To boys who would roam
She’s never at home,
But Ah! In the dark in the cellar!
Jogging
She is really a terrible phony.
She talks of gymkhanas
And good riding manners,
But its pony that mounts upon Toni.”
Kin
Rebuked her young niece as a crass prude.
“You are failing your duty
In the use of your beauty
If never you sit on his cock nude.”
Liquidity
Is proud that her parts are so juicy.
She never gets dry
For there is always a guy
To top up the fluid in Lucy
Marriage
Had many a roll in the hay.
She woke up one morning
And noticed a warning
Her bridal just carried the day.
Norms
Her cunny, it really is teenie.
Large pricks she does pass
Right into her ass,
Her cunt she will keep for a weeny.
Open Field
Determined she never would marry.
So she trusted her luck
And had a good fuck
With Tom and with Dick and with Harry.
Public Relations
Who scarcely can bear to be seen.
She veils her face
In very fine lace,
For on screwing in public she’s keen.
Quality
Has bum cheeks which ripple like jelly.
The best of the ripple
Is touching her nipple
While shooting your stuff in her belly.
Rodeo
Likes ringing cock stands with a lariat.
She fucks down some twenty
Says “Now that is plenty,
I don’t think that I’m ready to marry yet.”
Socratic
Whose cunt was exceedingly grippy.
A man with a cock
Stuck fast in the lock
Said “Fuck me, Xantippe, you’re nippy!”
Trading Standards
Complained of a feller who selled her
An inflatable prick
Full four inches thick,
It never had felt like he telled her.
Upanishad
Who would sit on a prick like a Buddha.
She would sit just the same
But whenever she came
The whole of the Udda would judder.
Vexing
Who loved to be shagged on her dresser.
In the midst of one fuck
Her hair brush got stuck.
To say any more would distress her.
Wreckage
Has a taste for a large size of pecker.
With a grunt or a grin
She stuffs them all in,
But she knows that a monster will wreck her
Xtreme
Likes teasing the boys that are new.
She ties them to beds
And sits on their heads
And squeezes their balls till they’re blue.
Yield
Was ready for all and for any.
She sucked all the boys,
Then tried out the toys,
But didn’t get semen from many.
Zen
I never saw mind that was purer.
T’was her body that lay,
In a most carnal way
In church to get fucked by the Cura.
Moral
NO TWO ARE THE SAME.
BARE SKIN OR WITH SHEATH
ON TOP OR BENEATH
JUST BE SURE THAT SHE CAME.
Was locked for three hours in the can.
It is no sort of treat
If you sit on the seat.
It was when she sat on a man.
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