QUESTION OF VIRGINS

VIRGINS. (Monologue.)
When I was a teenage cult.
(I knew more than any adult).
And sexually considered weak,
Cos I still had my virginity,
And in this vicinity,
A virgin so young was a freak.
My mates boasted of conquests.
Played the field
Of girls who yield.
And to them, Sex was a contest.
So, I made up my mind to begin.
But felt out of place,
Being so chaste.
Needing a girl to break me in.
I heard of a nymph, I'll mention.
Who puts it about,
Makes lads shout,
Finally releasing their tension.
I couldn't wait to copy my mates.
Have sex galore.
And maybe more.
Own a black book full of dates.
Well, I rushed and quickened my stride.
To meet my fate.
But at her gate.
Me mates were queuing up outside.