Mister Thompson Esquire’s reputed…
God help the young ladies he’s tutored…
Naive, perhaps lonely,
To see them as only
Rich bitches, all ripe to be rooted!
Tag: limerick
Black hole
She’ll fuck anything… like, say, this bottle,
She says… Her car stick-shift… Full throttle!
She grins, takes a swig…
Sticks and stones… not too big!
Tins of cat food… her pet axolotl!
Surprise!
When they grabbed her, she let out a screech.
“God! Those tits!” said one. “Ain’t she a peach?”
“Fuck! You gave me a fright!
There’s, like, three of yers, right?”
She laughed. “Perfect! Like, that’s a hole each!”
Jill and the beanstalk
Just when sex was, like, getting ho hum…
What a cock! Fee fi fo fucking fum!
Like an elephant’s trunk…
Squirting gallons of gunk…
And no cum ever tasted so yum!
Too late
He’s been at her for weeks, without let-up…
Now, there, in his faux leather get-up…
His mask and big whip,
He says “Okay bitch, strip!”
God, she’d known the whole thing was a set-up!
Fourteen
He’d perhaps have been rather more keen,
Had the girl not been only fourteen…
He was tempted, alright
But was worried there might
Have been shit happen, all unforeseen.
Opportunist
“Fuckin perv! Whatcha lookin at dude?
Wanna fuck? Well I ain’t in the mood!
Get an eyeful?” she said.
“Go and fuckin drop dead!”
But by then she’d already been screwed.
Philanderer
He protested, of course, he’d been slandered…
To say he’d played loose and philandered…
Fucked other men’s wives?
Ruined young women’s lives?
But the bastard had been caught red-handed!
Fertile ground
“Yes! Oh yes!” she’d so breathlessly panted…
Six months up the duff, disenchanted,
She curses her luck…
Just one quick little fuck…
And him gone, once the seed had been planted.
Living the dream
She’d adored him so long, from afar…
Then they hooked up one night in a bar…
Like a dream coming true!
But not love… that she knew…
As they fucked in the back of his car.