Have you heard the news?
Damsels on the run
Because he came to town
He came to town just to have fun
And to run after having fun
Oh yes he came to town
To have fun and run
There was a damsel who did not run
And she was filled with a belly full of his fun
A damsel…and a damsel…and a damsel
That was how his fun filled the whole town
With plenty of tiny belly fulls
Have you heard the news?
There came a promise for better or for worse
There was one who responded with full trust
Then there were hordes of them who responded rashly
As they rushed to trust and obey
She knew there was another
But she was not envious of her
For the playboy had open arms full of Eros
He was ready to explore all there were
For better or for worse
Alas
There was a gross loss of trust
There was a gross deposit of foetuses at source
There was gross pain and mistrust
A gross moment of regret
Have you heard the news?
The man preferred among men was in great demand
And no mistress would miss him
Else she wails
The man chosen among men knew this too well
So he blessed many mistresses with his largesse of labour
As they praised this man for his sweet valour
More and more he explored
Like a conquering sailor
Every willing mistress he would gore
For soon he would be gone
He only delighted to jilt at will
With no sense of guilt
And to look for more mistresses who will
Mistresses uploaded with a virus of bastards
All who knew not who had planted a seedling
Have you heard the news?
Her eyes fired with her hot desire
Not promising any to take to paradise
Only to take many where her desire took her
In her flaws she floored her victims on the floor
As she listened to her lust and pulled down to devour
They who came at her beck and call
She delivered faithful service
To the gratification of all
All she roasted not on a bed of roses
All she hosted to a bed full of saucy smothering
Till she flew away in unfaithful ecstasy
Have you heard the news?
She was fed three times at the nuptial table
At the count of two
But she went knocking on doors
Seeking extra marital comfort
Singing a song of erotic discomfort
And begging for anyone available…and willing
Oh! She came back confessing and professing
“Oh how I love Romeo
Oh Romeo, give me your all
For I need your all”
But she went back knocking on doors…the same doors
To kill her conjugal discomfort
And it was only she who knew who fathered her fingerlings.
