Sailor and Madame Sofie

I don’t think of these as poems. Most of them started off as sexually oriented blues lyrics. This one turned into something more like an extended limerick.

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Sailor says to Madame Sofie
“I know you want to see my trophy,
So sucking it should more than pay your fee.
You can keep my deposit
Trot your stuff right out the closet
Make me come just like a faucet
You ain’t had nothing like my sauce yet.
Oh, baby, won’t you work for me.”

Madame Sofie says to Sailor
“You sure got a lot to say sir.
Don’t look like I got much to pay for,
Anyway,
You owe me first and last
‘Fore you get your final blast
But if you do, just make it fast.
‘Cause there’s a lot that want this ass
And I ain’t got time to work you all night long.”

But Sailor isn’t happy
“Say they want that ass so flappy,
With a smell that’s truly crappy,
Tits that flop down on your pussy,
And a love hole that’s just as dry as dust?”

Madame Sofie eyeballed Sailor,
Saying, “Be that as it may sir,
You want to get that softie off
It’s five dollars if I do it with my hand.
But lips and tongue are in demand,
And five bucks more they do command,
Worth every penny, I think you understand.
If you’re wanting something more,
Though I swear I ain’t no whore,
Twenty dollars buys the whole shebang.

Sailor counts out all his money,
And five is all he’s got.
He grumbles “I should get a break for
All the business I been bringin’
To your door.”

“Sailor,” Sofie countered,
Slipping bills into her bra,
“The business you been bringin’
Got me hooked on penicillin,
Made my poor old pussy awful red and raw.
Now I’ll be glad to give it back,
If you want to take a crack,
And your dick’s the only one I ever saw so limp and small,
I can take it without screamin’
Send your ship to sea full-steamin’
With your pissin’ moans trailing after all.

Sailor don’t know why she hates him,
But when she masturbates him,
His jollies rise right up into his head,
Then they slide down through his belly
To the fountainhead below,
Where they pump out just like jelly
And dribble till they puddle in his pants.

But his ship sails in an hour,
For three more months at sea,
And Sofie’s hard heart softens just this once.
She shrugs “Hey what the hell?
Sailor, long as you don’t tell,
I don’t mean to send you off feeling bad.”
So she sucks his little marbles,
Runs her tongue all up and down him
Wraps her leather lips around him,
Sucks him in and doesn’t charge him.
She says “It’s on the house.
Just tell all your sailor buddies.
Got no discount for the Navy.
Next man up has got to pay full price.”