*This poem is to show a point about life not to descript any event, none of this ever happened and the names in this story are just picked out for the purpose of rhyming and nothing else. I am sorry if anyone is offended by the names that I chose or the context of this poem. If you don’t find this poem appropriate or it disturbs you in any way please inform me of this in your review and I will take this poem of fictionpress if so desired.

The virgin Marie

And Sir Longwood had wed

I called her down to me

So with her I could get into bed

The lady walked in

I observed her with care

I poured her some gin

She replied with a glare

“You amaze me”

I said

“My name is Marie

And I have been wed”

“I don’t care”

I said, coming closer to her

“This is unfair”

She replied backing up into the fur

I kept on advancing and pushed her

Down on the bed

“Please don’t to this monsieur”

She said

“You’re to beautiful for me to withstand”

Said I,

Grabbing her hand

And feeling her thigh

I pushed up her skirt

“Don’t do it monsieur”

She cried out covering herself in her shirt

On her stomach I flipped her

And shook off my drawers

Exposing my manhood

And then thru the doors

Ran in Sir Longwood

“Back away from my wife”

He exclaimed

“Or soon you will part with your life”

“No, I think it is you who’ll be maimed”

I exclaimed and drew my trusty, old blade

“I’m not afraid of you,” yelled out Sir Longwood,

“And my wife I shall not let you invade,

And to prevent you from womanizing any more ladies I’ll chop of your manhood”

“Why don’t you try?”

I said and readied my foil

“Or do you want me to continue probing your wife’s pretty thigh”

With anger my opponent turned red, I thought he would boil

He drew out his sword

And lunged forwards at me

I dodged it with ease and let it sail into a board

I set myself down on one knee

From below I attacked

With a powerful drive

He was too slow to react

And had no chance to survive

With one blow I killed him

He crashed to the ground

The future for him looked dim

Soon he would be buried in a big old-fashioned mound

Now I turned back to the dame

Who petrified lay on the bed

Who now, was perfectly fair game

Her legs with ease I a spread

Exposing my goal

Her virginity up for the taking

I would soon be in total control

She was petrified her whole body was shaking

Her bottom I brushed with my hand

I would soon show her how I was a monsieur

I was ready to finally take command

To drive my manhood into her

I almost entered the sought after domain

But during the battle she some how got hold of a knife

She stabbed at me with it and it hit a huge vein

Blood poured out and with it my life

I collapsed on her

My blood covered the bed

“Your not a monsieur”

She said

As I died alone on the bed

I thought about

What Marie had a said

And my mind filled with doubt

As I realizes that in hell was my spot

Where for eternity I would rot