National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Sunday, 16 April 2017

whips and stuff (day 15 and a half)











My friend she came and met at the local Bingo hall
She said 'I've had an idea' and it is the best of all
We were both strapped bad for cash so we needed extra funds
We had both a spare room after ditching our husbands

She said I've been on Google, been researching on the net
And I wasn't even sucking on my wacky cigarette
But we should start a brothel for some money on the side
Men will pay a bloody fortune for something they can ride

Ive booked up decorations, got a big vibrating bed
I bought it down the market from that dodgy bloke called Ted
He said he'll do a bargain if I let him test for free
to dress up like a baby and I'll spank him on my knee

I thought we'd have a dungeon lots of rubber and some chains.
You must always whip them extra is they start to complain.
Maybe get a saddle going cheap from the small adds Horse and Hound
There's a women selling whips, I can buy them for a pound.

Now I know its kinda weird but there wont be any sex
We are both now passed our sale by date to do things that complex
We will offer up the kinky stuff, but nothing foul and vile
It will be a right old giggle in dominatrix style

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