Damsel in Distress






Sir Fuckalot was playing


With himself at chess


But he got a summons


From a damsel in distress




He heard those plaintive cries


His manhood on alert


He whistled for his charger


And then he hit the dirt




He arrived at the castle


Then rushed up the stairs


Thinking of Goldilocks


And the three bears




It was an anticlimax


In fact there was a snag


No damsel to be seen


Just a bloke in drag


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  1. morningafter7


    September 09, 2015