Irish lassies have wonderful chests:
They have nice mashed-potato-soft breasts,
And a young Irish lad
Can be driven quite mad
By their jiggling under their vests!
Category: AO
Adults only
Original sins
There’s a fortunate fellow called Binns,
Who made love to identical twins,
So alike to each other
That even their mother
Just scratches her head, shrugs and grins.
It began, as it often begins,
With champagne and a couple of gins:
Inhibitions were shed,
And they jumped into bed,
In a tangle of tits, teeth and shins.
They exhibited bumps, grinds and spins.
They had semen from fannies to chins!
It was jolly confusing,
But later amusing,
Confessing at church to such sins!
Big Ben
You will no doubt have heard of Big Ben.
Almost everyone has now and then:
He’s renowned for his dong,
Which is three times as long
As his ding, which is eighteen feet ten!
Juicy fruits
A young lady I’ve seen at the beach
Has a bum like a succulent peach.
She has melon-like tits,
And there perkily sits
A plump cherry-ripe nipple on each!
Squeezebox
Miss Lagamba, the young ballerina,
Makes love and does things far obscener:
Her legs, long and strong
Are just made to do wrong,
And her cunt’s like a small concertina!
Useful woman
Lady Wetherby loves to be used,
In a manner that oft leaves her bruised:
To begin with, she strips,
And is beaten with whips.
After which she’s more roundly abused.
Delicacy
Lady Edith, in kid gloves and tweed,
Felt an urgent indelicate need,
So she hitched up her skirt,
Lest it drag in the dirt,
Or get wet at the hem when she peed.
Form Guide
The outrageous Miss Abigail Tupp
Went to Flemington course for the Cup:
She was photographed there,
With her hind-quarters bare,
And with forty-eight kilograms up.
The glow
Lady Jane said “Although I may tire,
I burn still with carnal desire.
The bed may be wet
With your masculine sweat:
But as yet I just gently perspire.
Nob
Though my blue-blood erection may throb,
And go purple and red at the knob,
I will not touch an arse
Of the mercantile class:
I’m at bottom, a sexual snob!