Drowned Rat

I was out in the rain, I got a drenching
I was looking for a woman, I was wenching
One approached, no, she was fuck-off-able
I told her so, now she’s miserable

Desperate was I to spread my treacle
But women, are they not, so bloody fickle
Many passed I would have penetrated
My cock was hard and elongated

I’m a man in my prime and I’m ready
I’ve got it all, I’m the teddy
But some were fond of the vernacular
Fancy calling yours truly Dracula!

I began to think I’d picked the wrong night
All the women I’d met were full of spite
Giggles, catcalls, and lots of hissing
Stupid cows don’t know what they’re missing


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s