OOOOH, NO!

I cannot write about it,
So don't you think that I can;
I can't write about some tart,
With some smutty, sex-mad man;
How she'll moan and groan and squeal,
As he keeps rogering her,
How he will smirk, "Come again?"
And she'll pout and purr, "Oo-er."

She could become up the spout,
Or they might get STDs,
So I'll keep 'em sat apart,
Fully clothed and eating cheese.