Though she’d called him a fool… a bit harsh…
Naked, twirling his silly moustache…
On his damn knees, no less,
Still, she had to confess,
She admired his bloody panache!
Tag: limerick
Wedding night
She’d expected some pain, and some bleeding,
From Mother’s vague hints, and her reading,
But sucking his dick!
And it fair made her sick…
Can’t he bloody get on with the breeding?
Sitting on her fortune
This young chick was just plain unignorable…
Face, ass, tits… fucking adorable!
Young, sweet and tight
To be fucked day and night…
By himself… or at least fucking whorable!
The downside of facial hair
With his bristly moustache and his beard,
Round mouth and plump lips, it appeared…
Quite simply uncanny…
Well, just like a fanny…
Or, bluntly… a cunt, which was weird.
Top shelf
Her sweet pussy’s shaved smooth as damn glass,
She’s got tattoos of wings on her arse,
Nipple rings, solid gold…
A damn joy to behold…
She ain’t cheap, but she’s fuckin’ first class!
All swagger
For all of his swaggering figure,
Once stripped, she suppressed a rude snigger…
He said “What the hell?”
“Oh,” she said… “It’s just… well…
I imagined it would have been bigger!”
To have and to hold
Marriage vows make a thing of fidelity…
These days, though, fashions, locality
Mean folks don’t mind
Leaving all that behind…
Fuck whoever, like… universality!
Crowd pleaser
Women whispered, sometimes spoke aloud,
About how he was hugely endowed…
A cock down to his knees…
And he knew how to please
A girl… two or more…even a crowd!
Urchin
Just an urchin she was, young and scruffy,
Her thatch, though, was springy and fluffy…
Petite, angel-faced
And… oh how his heart raced…
Budding breasts, and a cunt pink and puffy!
Unkind
The poor girl, she was deaf, dumb and blind…
He sneaked up on her ass from behind…
Slipped it up her , but good,
Just because… well… he could…
Though she seemed not to very much mind .