The Pervert Poem

Once upon a time there was a little girl called me

And I became a pervert by the tender age of three

At nursery I would innocently give the boys a hug

By eight I was behind the puppet stand giving them a tug

At fourteen I had my first love and experience sexually

By sixteen I had loved some more and the number upped by three

From then on out I would look at men and dribble at their beauty

I loved attention from any of ‘em whether minging or a cutie

I stared longingly at men, their arms and lips and eyes

Often lowering my gaze to have a guess at Willy size

When summer came around, and off came the clothes

Bulging muscles, skinny legs and thick hairy toes

I would still smile, letch and giggle with glee

As I knew none of them would be looking at me

Peering behind magazines at the lads on the beach

Knowing the six packs where just out of my reach

That over powering smell of the man covered in lynx

Is enough for me to transform into a pervy minx

Am I sounding shallow? Is this all that matters to me?

A sexy body, straight white teeth and a shite personality?

As long as he smells gorgeous I’m not bothered about the rest

As I will always be a pervert, ‘cus pervings what I do best