Posts Tagged ‘promiscuity’

Value judgement

January 10, 2018

“Bein’ faithful ain’t worth a plugged nickel!”
She said. “I ain’t sayin’ a gal should be fickle,
But fuck! What’s the harm,
When men turn on the charm,
In a bit of good ol’ slap ‘n’ tickle?”


December 13, 2017

A great beauty, one couldn’t deny it;
She rooted, but just on the quiet.
If word got around
That she did, as she’d found,
There ensued an unseemly, lewd riot!


December 13, 2016

“Look,” she said. “Please excuse my profanity;
Whom you fuck comes down to vanity.
Never mind who,
Fuck the ugly ones too,
For the overall good of humanity!”



Looking on the funny side

September 1, 2016

The girl’s morals were pretty precarious;
Sex was just fun, quite hilarious,
Nothing mysterious,
Love much too serious,
Lovers, though, many and various!

The existentiality of intercourse

November 24, 2015

She thought sex, just like food, quite essential;
Her lovers were mostly sequential,
Though some were extraneous,
(All of this quite confidential.)

The bohemian

June 17, 2014

Her behaviour, at times, gave one pause.
Things she said caused the dropping of jaws.
If she fucked indiscreetly,
She’d simply smile sweetly,
When found out, and say “Well, up yours!”

Grey cats in the dark

December 17, 2013

She’d got pregnant, but who was to blame?
Tom? Dick? Harry? Some other first name?
Perhaps no name at all!
She just couldn’t recall.
In the dark they’d all seemed much the same.

The sin of the flesh

December 16, 2012

She’d been sinful, she told her confessor,
Had sex with another transgressor;
Been at it for days,
In exciting strange ways,
And she’d loved ev’ry minute, God bless her!

A few good men

February 24, 2012

She enjoyed a nice root, now and then,
And again, and again, and again,
But to be someone’s wife?
No, she’d make it through life
With a few, (well, a dozen) good men!

Love the one you’re with

May 22, 2011

Though she swore that she loved the boy dearly,
Maybe, too, meant it sincerely,
Feeling that way
With whomever she lay,
Well, who knows whom she loved, or more nearly?