My pal Essy (Sex pest number 1) by Emma Jane Baker
She’s a firey fox.
With her ginger like locks,
And her freckley face,
With it’s smiles warm embrace.
She makes me laugh til I cry.
And I’ll tell you for why,
She’s a kind hearted soul
With only one goal
To spread love and joy
With each girl and toy!!!
But enough of that shit,
Lets get to the bit,
The nitty the gritty,
Of how she likes titty,
And how her new love has tamed
The eloquently named ‘sex pest’ that is ESSY.
A sexpest indeed
She has to concede
She knows it’s the truth,
And I’ve seen the proof
So I’ll tell you a story,
Of how this girl likes to gets glory.
One day in the Dam,
We were well tripping man!
And we stumbled upon a live sex show,
Said she to me,
Lets take a look and go see,
So my brother in tow,
We gave it a go,
And paid out some money,
Thinking! This will be funny.
We went in to a peep show,
Each taking a booth.
A couple were fucking,
Lots of hot, sweat and bucking.
It didn’t seem real,
And wasn’t much of a thrill,
So I came out,
And looking about
Expecting to find my pal Essy
But she wasn’t there,
So I called for the mare,
I heard no reply,
And as the time ticked by,
I began to wonder,
had she gone asunder.
I searched high and low,
All over that show.
Stood and watched a few clips,
Of Some men with big dicks.
Then out of a box,
Came the raven haired fox,
She was all hot and sweaty,
She’d been a bad betty!
I said where’ve you been?
And she seemed very keen,
To tell you the truth,
She’d been sat in a booth,
Having a wank,
She was crude and quite frank.
Some lesbian porn,
Had gave her the horn,
She spent all her money,
And had spilt lots of honey!
Having some fun,
With her fingers and thumb.
Now my friends, my sweets,
This story I could not complete,
If I did’nt mention,how much she loved the power,
Of our hotel rooms two showers
And the dutch porn
She watched from dusk until dawn
She can’t get enough
Sometimes soft other times rough
She’s got sex on the brain
And sometimes she fucking drives me insane
But I’d have to say
I’d have her no other way
THE SEXPEST THAT IS MY PAL ESSY
Artist's Comments
This poem is dedicated to a friend of mine and was written for a bit of fun as a present for her birthday to be performed on stage in front of her and our friends. It went down so well there that i have used it at other spoken word nights and it always seems to go down a treat! I hope you enjoy.
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