A nice sing-a-long-a-Edna song.
On a Sunday afternoon,
Looking for some rough trade
To drag back to my room.
I chatted up a cute navvy
He looked so big and butch
But once I got him back home
He wasn't up to much.
When he dropped his trousers
I knew my choice was bad:
Upstairs he was a big man
But downstairs just a lad.
So after a kinky session,
I bunged him out the door;
Although he begged for seconds,
I was granting no encore.
Never mind my little lovelies,
You can't win every game;
Sometimes you get a beauty;
But at least he wasn't lame.
Poetry by Edna Sweetlove
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Written on 2006-09-20 at 21:14
Tags Erotica Love Humour
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A Bad Choice In A Bar (with added tasteful amendments)
Cruising round the gay barsOn a Sunday afternoon,
Looking for some rough trade
To drag back to my room.
I chatted up a cute navvy
He looked so big and butch
But once I got him back home
He wasn't up to much.
When he dropped his trousers
I knew my choice was bad:
Upstairs he was a big man
But downstairs just a lad.
So after a kinky session,
I bunged him out the door;
Although he begged for seconds,
I was granting no encore.
Never mind my little lovelies,
You can't win every game;
Sometimes you get a beauty;
But at least he wasn't lame.
Poetry by Edna Sweetlove
Read 922 times
Written on 2006-09-20 at 21:14
Tags Erotica Love Humour
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