Poor girl, flower of youth sadly wilted,
She knitted and crocheted, and quilted.
Nor mother nor wife,
Never fucked in her life…
Once engaged, for a month, and then jilted.
Tag: limerick
Not just a pretty face
Pretty face, a good body, sweet-scented,
Though kissed and groped, never been entered,
Her hymen intact,
(I can vouch for the fact),
Although frayed at the edges and dented!
For the use of
“Local girls” said the sarge. “For the use of.
For sampling the sexual juice of.
For casual rooting
In lulls in the shooting.
For sport and for carnal abuse of.”
Rebuffed
His romantic advances rebuffed,
Flabbergasted, milord huffed and puffed.
“Turn me down, would you, bitch?
That’s a bit jolly rich!
You can bloody well go and get stuffed!”
Epicurean taste
At the top of tonight’s bill of fare
Is the waitress… served medium rare…
Tenderloin, rump or breast,
For just one greedy guest,
Or for two or more, maybe, to share!
Disgust
She finds sex, sort of, vaguely disgusting…
The grunting and sweating and thrusting,
The mess when men come,
In her pussy or bum,
Yet she finds herself slowly adjusting.
The dungeon
The whole dungeon thing… quite overdone,
She thought. Slave, indeed! Still… rather fun.
And the whip and the chains…
Still, she had, for her pains,
Had a fuck, and that’s better than none!
Beyond the pale
When he flopped out his penis, she paled…
“Oh God! I’m a virgin!” she wailed.
He ripped off her dress…
She sobbed “Look… maybe yes…
Give me time…” But by then she’d been nailed!
Just do it
She’s a bit of a wriggler and squirmer,
He thought, and his penis grew firmer…
“This won’t hurt a bit”,
He said, stooping to spit…
“God! Just do it!” she said, in a murmur.
Booty
As she walked (sashayed), swishing her tail,
The man in the street couldn’t fail
To justly conclude
She was out to get screwed…
Pussy up for grabs… maybe for sale!