Just to let you all know there is some humour to my writings.

I hope you like. Just a work of fiction by the way to anyone who may be alarmed lol

 

                                              A Langdale Surprise

 

 

            She asked me did I want to dance,

I gave a gleeful yes.

     She said ‘you’re not from around here’

I said ‘No I’m just a guest!’

The evening carried on and we

Went kissing in the woods,

I placed a hand upon her breasts,

I was out for treasured goods.

            But as I squeezed her

Chest caved in I asked her what

I’d got?

            She replied – I’m just sixteen

And they’re my father’s socks.

I said that I’m a hiker, and I need

A pair or two,

            She said that I could have them,

If I gave her a screw.

 

            Now I did think long and

Hard you see I’m not the meddling

Kind, but the way she stroked

And grabbed my balls, blew me

Out my mind.

            And so we did we stripped and

Screwed and my tension was relieved,

And as we left she said she’d be

In touch I was her first to please.

            But now I’m feeling sorry

As I walk down the holy aisle, her

Father came and threatened me –

Her bump was seen for miles.

            And as I walk I curse the itch

The lays within Men’s cocks,

But secretly I’m smiling,

As I’ve got on her father’s socks.

 

Michael J Waite, somewhere back in 1998