A Halloween Tale

It was a dark and stormy night,
on that black and rainy eve.
A night unlike any other,
its true so try and believe.

There was a house in the middle of town,
In a small place by the name Flowermound.
That was had in it two ladies,
-named Porche and Mercedes,
-and 2 other matey's,
-a priest and free saftey
and they all sat around a freshly lit fire worried about the weather outside.

They heard sounds all around the house,
mostly from a room upstairs.
The ladies began to freak out!
their fear was under prepared

For up in the room, behind the closed door
was an old lady, who once was a whore.
She was infected and nasty,
a scarleted lassie,
made heads spin like Jazzy,
did not practice faire-laissez
and the people in the room below her, would all soon know this all to well.

They heard a lock slip and a creak!
They all turned their heads to the door
from inside the dark and cold room,
came out a shout from the whore.
She called the free saftey,
beckoned "come rape me"
he looked at Mercedes
then left the room hasty
and made his way up the stairs to the room, and closed the behind him.

They heard screams and moans and noises.
Then a gigantic loud "thud"!
The door then opened once again
Whore called for other stud.

The defensive back, was not good enough
I need the priest to come and show me rough
He rose for his meeting
that would turn to a beating
even though his faith he was cheating
he could no longer stay seating
for the power of suggestion from the voice of this hussy was too strong to turn down.

Porshe looked at her friend Mercedes,
she took a deep breath and said
"Why in the world do they go there,
upstairs to that ladies bed?"

Mercedes leaned in, touched her friend on the arm
Her voice was soothing and oozing with charm.
"This is my life girl,
welcome to my world.
whenever men who are fertile,
come over they hurdle,
up the stairs to fuck her. This is what happens when your mom is a whore.