Girls lined up, to be poked and perused,
Madam touting ways each might be used…
“Step up boys! Class A whores!
Fifty bucks, this one’s yours!
Forty? Thirty? No offer refused!”
Tag: limerick
Lost
Young and pregnant, she packed up and scooted.
Alone, drunk, she hollered and hooted…
“I don’t give a damn!
Wanna fuck? Here I am!
Fuckin’ lonely, lost, fuckin’ uprooted!”
Her personal Hell
In a hot, foetid corner of Hell,
She crouched, thinking “What’s worst? The damn smell?
Being buggered and raped,
By things monstrously shaped?
Or no drugs and no booze? Hard to tell.”
In the swing of things
“So, he fucked me outside, on the swing…
Anybody could see, was the thing!”
She said. “Folks passing by,
And the gardener guy…
And me there, with my arse in a sling!”
Objective
That cute chick… do you think she’s a renter?
I’d pay to get up her… plumb centre!
Yeah, no… maybe not…
A damn virgin, or what?
I might just do the old break and enter!
Stoic
She supposed now she’d be bloody skewered.
Damn wretch… cocky, so self-assured!
A deep breath, take stock…
Just a man. Just a cock.
Bloody hell! Well, it must be endured.
Industrial design
An inventor, a pervert, obsessive,
Said “Look at that! Ain’t it impressive?
Twin hydraulic dicks,
Swivel-mounted… Two chicks,
Or two holes at once! Bloody progressive!”
Funk
Despite all of her Mum’s and Dad’s yelling,
The strong funk of sex they were smelling,
The threats, talk of sin,
She just said with a grin,
“Do whatever you want. I’m not telling!”
The Christmas spirit
“My fair queen, compliments of the season!”
He said. “I, of course, have no reason
To say no, but still…
As you wish, so I will…
To not fuck you might constitute treason!”
Never the bride
Naked, castaway, Robingirl Crusoe!
So horny, she’d bloody fuck whoso-
ever dropped by…
Some Man Friday… a sigh…
Mental message to Mum: Burn my trousseau.