In the square, naked, locked in the stocks,
People pelt her with fruit, eggs, shit, rocks…
Oh, the shame, the disgrace…
Crap all over her face,
Being fucked by anonymous cocks.
Tag: limerick
The affair
She’d been having a sneaky affair,
And she’d just had a bit of a scare,
When her husband found out
She’d been fucking about,
Although not with whom, not when or where.
Orientation
“I can’t seem to get in,” he said. “Shoosh!”
She replied. “Give another big push…
It’s warm, slippery, wet…
And don’t fucking forget,
It’s the first damn hole south of my bush!”
The will and the way
He was quite a nice boy… more than willing…
The fuck, though, was less than fulfilling.
He hadn’t a clue,
Once undressed, what to do…
Nice big cock, but he needed upskilling.
Ambivalence
She said “Okay, you’re passably cute…
If you want to, I’m up for a root…
And I reckon you do…
So we might as well screw…
Or else not… I don’t give a damn hoot.”
Sunny side up
Her improbably long, slender legs,
Her cute arse, tits like yummy poached eggs,
Naked, down on her knees…
“Oh god! Please! Pretty please!
Fuck my brains out, for fucksake!” she begs
Wokeness
Pardon miss, I’m afraid I misspoke…
I ain’t… what’s that damn word? Oh yeah… woke.
Make love? Shit! Go to bed?
What man should have said
Was, like “Spread ’em! I want a damn poke!”
Life is uncertain
Though she knew she’d had some kind of fuck,
She’d been drunk, and by sheer bad luck
She was pregnant now too,
And, like, what could she do,
When the guys all kept passing the buck?
Tab A, Slot B
She said “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got…
Yep, I reckon that might hit the spot…
Get your arse over here…
Put down your damn beer,
And put that big tab in my slot!”
Swordplay
“Hitch your dress up! Bend over!” he roared.
She obeyed, trembling… “Yes… yes milord,”
Sobbing, buttocks spread wide…
“I’m a virgin!” she cried,
But was nonetheless put to the sword.