My very silly Rhyme.
All the Time.
I am turning into that Grumpy Mum.
That now want's Grandchildren from her Son.
Then all would be so much Fun.
Except I have one Deviant Boy.
That ties me up for his Play Toy.
Oh yes such a Laugh.
Go sneaking up the garden Path.
To knock and run so very Fast.
Giggle giggle's Oh what a Blast.
Only for one night it will not Last.
Soon will be that time of year Trick!!! or Treat!!! is all I Hear.
To go out dressed up like a Sexy Bitch!!!.
But on this one night they call you a Witch!!!.
The Boy's say Wow Lady your such a Good Looker.
On any-other night they would call you a Hooker.
A Trick I know it will Be.
As Helpless and Roped and I cannot See.
A Gag will keep my moans a Schuss!!!.
And He will say now stop that Fuss.
We have all night there is no Rush.
Kinky Witch is what He Said.
The hands are tight above my Head.
I'm tied up too the four poster Bed.
My ankles are as wide can Be.
Gosh!!! a Treat is in store for Me.
The end of the Day.
All the Children have gone Away.
Only one thing left to Say.
Now it is time for the Adults to Play.