i met my lady,
in a house of ill repute...
she was a customer,
and thought i looked cute...
i showed her my tricks,
and asked what she craved...
she handcuffed me quickly,
and called me her slave...
as i hung there, from the chandelier,
she spanked me with glee...
as my bottom glowed reddish,
i reminded her of the fee...
we danced for a while,
until our foreplay was done...
then she sadly announced,
that back home she must run...
i invited her to visit,
most any ole time...
and bring along her sister,
for it's not yet a crime...
anyways, that's my story,
and i swear that it's true...
and i KNOW that she loves me,
she's always in the queue...
This guy named "Mick" said:
"I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis,
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.
It's the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.
I laid a divorcee in New York City,
I had to put up some kind of a fight.
The lady then she covered me with roses,
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.
It's the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues."
My Prince Charming
Came on an Italian RoRo/Container ship
Called “Repubblica di Amalfi”
To take me from Rio to Tilbury
He was a radio officer
Mauro by name
Marco by trade.
Our love lasted 24 days
Thanks to several port strikes
Along the way
Starting in Santos and then UK
I never saw him again
But he still lives in my den.
🙂