Here's a sexy poem, wot I wrote
When a rancher died, his widow
Was determined to make the ranch pay
There were two applicants for hired hand
One a drunk, the other, gay
She hired the gay and was delighted
He was conscientious and worked like hell
And being very skilled, after a few short weeks
The ranch was doing well
The widow suggested her hired hand
Should have a night in town
When he returned the widow was relaxing
Wine glass in hand and hair let down
"Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.
Trembling, he did as she said.
"Now take off my boots. and now my socks,
And place them on my bed.”
"Now take off my skirt." slowly he unbuttoned it,
"Now my bra." It was low cut and wired
He was trembling, as the widow barked
"If you wear my clothes again, you're fired!"
What were you thinking? He was gay!