One fine morning in the nonny month of May
I forthly rode amongst buds and blossoms
to knock on the door of a willing whore
not too busty was my predilection
to lustly suck and cuck my erection
until Oh! in delight my seed gushed forth
she - tall and mature full of gentilesse
such that I melted under her caress
mistress of raw rhythm and of full rhyme
our bodies synchronised at the same time
yclept Teresa (of Peterborough)
no saint she was good value and thorough
ninty groats for a thirty minute fuck
you make a choice and sometimes you’re in luck
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