Tag: inappropriate

A posh fellow, high class and good breeding

Found himself with dark thoughts and much needing

Gets his kicks, such a treat

watching fat ladies eat

Get’s him really quite hot when he’s feeding

 

 

 

 

Once a fellow who so dreaded Monday

as twas nowhere as much fun as Sunday

against Friday it pailed

next to Saturday failed

even Tuesday was way better fun day.

 

Hmm that is pants so here’s another.

 

Once a cardinal, proud of his choir

found the lads set his loins quite on fire

he could just not resist

when his large ring they kissed

how his mind swam with sinful desire

 

 

 

There once was a vicar from Chester

who would wear a long yellow sowester

not much else underneath

save perhaps a small brief

made it easier when out to molest ya

 

 

Once a colonel who really loved chicken

went too far, well beyond finger lickin’

Their pale flesh he’d caress

juicy things, plump firm breasts

and you know what inside he was sticking

Heard you’re under the weather and wheezy

and your bottom is really quite breezy

and you’re head’s thick and snotty

and your breath’s pretty grotty

lots of fluids and rest, take it easy

Neath the paint and the smiles, sadness deep

When the lights they go out they do creep

At the window stare in

with maniacal grin

cut you up in your bed as you sleep

Tell the children it’s fine, not to fear

that you’ve checked and there’s just nothing here

but when you turn your back

they emerge from the black

and from under the bed they appear

 

 

Nympho cum craving lass from Nantucket

had a craving to ride, stroke or pluck it

and by Friday she ached

how she quivered and shaked

but by Sunday she’d filled half a bucket

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the night you hear scratching and grating

there’s a knock at the door you lie waiting

As you lie ‘neath the sheets

there’s a tug at your feet

you look up and she’s there, dead eyes hating

 

 

Every night around midnight with dread

dark things scuttle and dart ‘neath the bed

a young child with dead eyes

cackles whispers and sighs

and then screams. chills your soul as he’s dead

 

A fine fellow of good reputation

met a comely young lass at the station

dark intentions revealed

in the tunnel she squealed

“Choo choo baby” with wild exclaimation

 

Once this lass met this redneck called Ted

Who she caught with his father in bed

she was not one to judge

Let alone bear a grudge

So shacked up with his mother instead