All her talk about love… bloody soppy!
Worse still, how she got herself stroppy…
Or sad… don’t know which…
When he fucked her, dumb bitch…
And her much-travelled cunt was damn sloppy!
Tag: limerick
As it was
In the days of the Raj, in the tropics,
One talked, over gin, on such topics
As young native cunt,
And the thrill of the hunt…
Well, except for a few misanthropics!
Miss Vanderbilt’s lament
It was not just he’d done the girl wrong,
Or his frankly enormous damn schlong…
(A good foot long, one’s heard!)
But the fact it occurred
On her Louis the Fourteenth chaise-longue.
Subtext
“Fuckin fuck off!” she said, mean and vicious.
“Quite right,” he thought. “Bein’ suspicious.”
He’d get in her pants
If he got half a chance…
And by God, she’d be bloody delicious!
Maestro
Her breasts lolled underneath the white satin…
His cock, though, refused still to fatten…
So what? He still fucked her,
That sly old conductor,
With swoops, twirls and thrusts of his baton!
Efflorescence
In her teens, as she filled out and bloomed,
A new life of adventure soon loomed…
Boys with cars (smooch and cruise),
Parties, drugs, sex and booze…
To all this, not unpleasantly, doomed.
Overkill
“What the fuck? My damn vodka was spiked!”
She exclaimed. ” I was totally psyched…
Just the booze was enough…
I’d have let him be rough,
Fuck me any damn way that he liked!”
Careful what you wish for
She seduced him, the man of her dreams…
But he’s into rough sex, so it seems…
It’s a sort of a game,
Of course… Still, all the same…
Must he go to such nasty extremes?
Her mother’s advice
Of course, most women cheat, said her Mum…
Only, love, just take care when they come…
A stray root, now and then…
It’s the how and the when…
Safest thing’s take his cock up yer bum!
Shock therapy
Pounded, mauled, tits and cunt bruised and battered,
Dishevelled, distracted, wits scattered,
She lay taking stock…
“Gosh!” she thought. “What a shock!
But he’d fucked her though. That’s all that mattered!