Golden Whore, Love of Back Doors

No beating round the bush, that wasn't where it's at,
For this little Golden Whore didn't like cock in her twat,
She'd had it up the arse more times than you could ever list,
No lubricant required on the nights that she got pissed.

A long soak in the bath, to clear out doorway poo,
This Golden Whore weren't selfish, she'd do your ringshot too,
Anal wasn't reserved for cock alone take note,
No this dirty Golden Whore had lots to float brown boats.

Butt plugs and vibrators, some makeshift homemade junk,
Five fingers and a carrot - a favourite mixed with spunk,
A double dose of soft boiled eggs was sure to make her cum,
When the shells were smashed to pieces with a pencil in the bum.

One night whilst at her local pub it went a step too far,
She exposed her chocolate starfish whilst standing at the bar,
She asked another punter to place and hold the glass,
And as she pushed real hard to fart a cat shot out her ass!

The Golden Whore is not in fact an anal whore no more,
Her shit shoot now an exit, a one way faecal door,
And though she's only 25, she feels more like a granny,
And regrets that aged just 21, she glued shut her blinking fanny!