Rampant Behaviour

The girls are in season, oh joy of joys

No doubt we’ll be seeing a procession of boys.

There’s blood on the carpet, the doors and the walls;

The local studs will be licking their balls.

Three long weeks I must endure

Ensuring their virtue stays wholesome and pure.

But it’s only outside that they can’t have the fun

When they’re at home much mischief is done.

They bonk one another ‘til they’re all out of puff

And even when tired it’s just never enough

They take it in turns to bonk themselves silly

The boys are deluded – they don’t need a willy

There are certain rules that must be obeyed

(perhaps it would be easier if they were all spayed)

Only Talulah can bonk Tussock’s front

And nobody ever can get at her ……… bottom

Talulah’s the tart and she cares not with who

So listen up boys!  Form an orderly queue.

Bonking or being bonked, she doesn’t care which

For her was invented the term “randy bitch”

River’s enthusiasm knows absolutely no bounds

She goes at it with gusto, feet leaving the ground

She still gets mixed up as to which end to embrace

But the look of sheer pleasure is all over her face

Bed time come round with a sigh of relief

And any last bonks are usually quite brief

I tick off a day as I turn out the light

I give them a cuddle and bid them goodnight.