Arr, One was enough fer me...
Let's see, 'twas on a ferry,
Holyhead to Dun Laoghaire,
And I was a mere 23.

She was fair and keen,
And still nineteen,
Though she'd done, and I hadn't, see?

I'd bought the supplies
But she wasn't wise
That I was still pure in them days

For though I'd tickled and spanked
and once had it yanked
It had only ever seen light of day.

She knew what to do,
I hadn't a clue,
I think I put it on inside out.

We bounced on the bunk,
I blew out my trunk,
But after I just let it slip out.

"Your first time!" she said,
As my face turned red
though she'd had no complaints now, alright?

"Should have told me before,
I'd have done something more"
And she sulked for the rest of the night.

Since then it's ten years
and a bit more my dears;
we've got a house, a daughter and son,

But every damn night
'fore i turns out the light
I tries to give her another one.

As goes length, don't be sorry, be right, I says.
( Argh-wrath ... is a very lame Glorantha joke, Thu 3 Mar 2005, 14:35, Reply)