A guy in the mood for a bite
Was in for a terrible fright
As he lunged for her throat
She grabbed onto his scroat
And squeezed ‘til the stars shone quite bright
Here's mine for previous weeks:
A popular gal who was fickle
Was reluctant to bet on a Nickel.
‘A Shilling’ she said
‘May just get me to bed,
But a Franc will ensure slap and tickle!’
A guy who was fast on his feet
Thought a peeping-tom lifestyle quite neat.
In their amorous throes
Those he spied on, just froze
While he’d beaten a hasty retreat.