Still flat-chested and thin, a late bloomer;
That didn’t upset his good humour.
Adept, but still learning
To please the discerning,
If rather demanding consumer!
Still flat-chested and thin, a late bloomer;
That didn’t upset his good humour.
Adept, but still learning
To please the discerning,
If rather demanding consumer!
Just a gigolo, handsome, slim-hipped,
Charming, perfumed, well-dressed, Jagger-lipped.
Women paid him for sex,
(Cash, no cards and no cheques),
For which task he was damn well equipped!
Overall, he was rather enticed.
Smaller tits, in fact, would have sufficed.
She was pretty enough…
(Well, a little bit rough),
The main thing, though, attractively priced!
Fifty bucks for a fuck. Damn good value!
Not young, but still hot, let me tell you!
She said “Ten bucks more
Gets you in my back door!
Not, of course, that I’d try to upsell you.”
“Look at you, pet, all sulky and sniffy!”
She said. “Just keep rubbing your stiffy!
Your friend’s almost done,
Then some nice buttered bun!
Slip, slop, slap! You’ll get off in a jiffy!”
A dark street, a plain, black hansom cab;
She approached, her dress threadbare and drab.
From within, a voice said
“There’s warm food and a bed,
If you’ll come with me, back to my lab!”
Cold and hungry, life bloomin’ well bleak;
This damn toff gave her nipple a tweak.
“Half a crown?” said the nob.
“I might give you two bob.”
Twisting harder, to hear her squeak.
Husband dead, drunken bastard, unmourned,
Jewels, fine clothes and bonnets long pawned,
And still young, more’s the shame!
So she went on the game,
Lovely body, most nights, unadorned!
The tart’s vulgar words stung like a slap,
Prick so hard, if it bent it might snap,
As he stood there and stared,
Frankly just a bit scared.
“Whatcha waitin’ for, kid? Want a map?”
She just hitched up her dress, looking bored;
The drab room, grimy sheets he ignored,
She was pretty enough,
Though a bit hard and rough,
But was all the poor man could afford.