A Cybering Tale

I met a girl on Facebook,
her picture made me weak.
I told her that she looked real hot,
she said, 'You're like a geek!'

I said, 'I know you're joking',
she said, 'I think you're sad,
I've seen your pic and think, you're old
enough to be my dad!'

I bit my tongue, and tried to smile
but I was really hurt;
(I'd caught my chin upon the desk,
while looking up her skirt.)

She'd wrapped herself around a tree
I called her 'pole dancer'
She changed her pic and said, 'You dick!
You really are a chancer!'

I said, 'You have such lovely eyes -
and what a cheeky grin.'
She said, she doubted that MY eyes,
had looked above her chin.

But not to be dissuaded -
I'm Irish, after all -
I asked her, if she'd download 'Skype'
and I'd give her a call.

Then, we could talk like, face to face
and it would be so cool;
she said, she'd no desire to see me,
and even less, my tool.

She said that she was busy with
a German guy called Roff
She was naked, going cam to cam
and would I please Fuck off!

The were getting to the good bit
that always made her wet;
they had a wager who'd cum first;
well...she'd just lost THAT bet!

While wiping down my keyboard,
It went to message mode
It was from her she'd changed her mind,
cos Roff had shot his load.

He'd left her quite frustrated;
could I take up the slack
but I looked down and seen, that boner
wasn't coming back!

My cam has just gone awol,
I pleaded with a sob -
I didn't bother mentioning;
So has my bloody knob!

But chances don't come often
(and sadly, nor do I)
'least, not that bloody often,
although I often try.

She told me not to worry;
she'd found somebody new,
who's blonde and young and virile
and six feet bloody two.

He's got a knob, like my right arm,
but it is twice as thick.
She thought when she first seen it, that
it was a walking stick.....

I'm getting rid of Skype again;
it only serves to vex...
unless there's any birds out there
who want some cyber sex?