Treasure

We stumbled down the bar last night for a couple of pots and a fight We started on Beer, just for good cheer and then Brandy for good measure she sat with us at the end of the bar and said her name was Treasure Some bloke said he was off to bed and asked, could he take Treasure. Now Treasure happens to be the wife of a chum of mine whose doing Life in a Central Prison somewhere I said I would take good care of her He pulled out a knife and said he'd do life and it would be a pleasure to cut my throat He was only thinking of his mate "The Goat" and looking after Treasure! I knew his motive led him to bedding Treasure. So I bought him drinks and let him think that he'd got the better of me and when he was well and truly oiled I said I need a pee and did he? He agreed with me! I smashed my glass, that made him blink! We strolled out into the dark backyard he was really taking his leisure He smiled and murmured under his breath as he fumbled with his fly. He thought I didn't hear, but I did I heard his sigh as he murmured "Treasure" The bottle I'd hid in my overcoat pocket broke on his face and took out his eye socket All for that small sigh of pleasure while fumbling with his dick he would have to die quick because no one messed with Treasure