22 October 2012
(mildly amusing sexual content)
Bed time comes late, For the people of the night, Sometimes it's fate, To be caught in their sight.
To flee, to run, Is all you can do, But they'll have their fun, As they start to hunt you.
Do you stand your ground? Or run and not look back? Does your heart stop at every sound? Do your balls tense up in their sack?
They're called the night people for a reason, Too ugly to be out during the day, Praying on drunk people through every season, Once the clubs close then have their wicked way.
You try to avoid them, But alcohol kicks in, Partygoers causing mayhem, Full of whisky, vodka and gin.
You make a break for it and head for the stair, But you stop to pick up your coat, Before you know it your in the dragons lair, And some fugly has her tongue down your throat!
Resistance is futile, These girls have inhuman strength, So after a while, You just slip them a length.
Once the deed is done, And you come up for air, You realise you've had a little fun, You were even tickled by the facial hair.
Now nine months later, The baby has been born, Should've stuck to being a masturbator, Or at least a condom you should have worn!
Fifteen Pinter • Opuss № I