wednesday
The erotic adventures of Peg-leg the Pirate.

The sun had set
The day had passed
It was time for Peg-leg
To finally get some ass.

With the aid of the rope
From the top of the mass
He swung from the ship
Not a moment to fast.

Onto a balcony
In the red light district
His eyes glazed the window
Seeing his salty crass mistress.

Inside she entertained the men
He counted 1,2, and 3.
“Damn, she is too scanky
even for me.

He leaped from the lattice
And his stump was stuck
And hit the ground
With a hard echoed thump.

A woman had seen
His gracefulness backfire
And motioned to the alleyway
For a sexual act to transpire.

Her voice in full quire
Her bodice ripped of stitching
She yelled when ever he fell
Due to his wooden leg that was still missing.

She threw him to the gutter
And gave out a squeal
Without that stump
There’s nothing a girl could feel.

Later that night as he sat in a pub
Reeking of rum and stinking of gin.
He’d seek out revenge
On all the women of sin.
*next episode of the erotic adventures of Peg-leg the pirate.
Peg-leg goes leg shopping at the local dough mixer blade factory.