Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Chav by Kitty
I want a woman in track-suit bottoms
with G-string and a Brazilian,
That's what I wanna have:
Gimme, gimme, gimme a Chav!
She could dress like a freak,
Flush her pants in her sleep,
and smoke dope on the lav,
I don't give a fig, just give me a Chav!
In her sweet Country Matters and commodious Backyard,
we'd have such fun, my chav'd keep me hard,
How we made love, she wouldn't care
except: 'DON'T. TOUCH. MY. FUCKING. HAIR!'
She'd keep an eye on the telly while we had sex,
And after we'd popped, send her chav mates a text.
Of course I love my English rose:
Her refined manners, stylish clothes,
but for my kicks, I've got to have
a deep-rimming, jizz-guzzling, cum-farting Chav!
Kitty
Posted: June 2006. Copyright: Kitty.
The Editor of this site would like to point out that the image used on this pae is purely for decorative purposes. There is no suggestion the model pictured or the stylish designer tracksuit bottoms she sports have any association with the ideal of a chav as described in Kitty's poem!