She’s a woman of some notoriety,
Shunned by the local society…
Drinks like a man,
Fucks whenever she can,
Quite the height of obscene impropriety!
Tag: limerick
Beatitude
Beatific! Face like a madonna,
Disgraceful young Brigid O’Connor
Looked up from her beer,
Said into his ear
“You’re cute! We can fuck, if you wanna!”
Whole hog
OK then. Just use plenty of lube…
In my cunt, in my arse, on each boob…
For a titty-fuck, yeah?
A bit more up in there…
Fuck it, baby, just go the whole tube!
Supplication
Naughty girl, she’s a bit of a tease…
On the floor, on her hands and her knees,
Pussy spread, wet and pink…
And the pout and the wink,
Saying “Come on, big boy, fuck me please!”
Availability
“I’ve got nothin on under me dress”,
She said, winking. “Know why? Wanna guess?
‘Cause it’s like bein nude,
An I wanna get screwed…
Anyplace, anyhow, more or less!”
Not funny
In his van, drinking whisky, the clown
Muttered “Stuck-up damn girls in this town!
Grab some bitch, fuck her good!
Drag her out in the wood…”
Red-rimmed eyes and a grease-painted frown!
Unrepentant
With the scandalous way she behaved,
Things she said and did… Oh, so depraved!
“I despair said the priest.
She seems not in the least
To consider her need to be saved!”
Body language
Her intention’s not hard to perceive…
It’s “I want to be fucked!” I believe.
She’s had lots of affairs…
She’s a woman who wears
Not her heart, but her cunt on her sleeve!
Easy to please
Getting-off-wise, she’s not too selective…
Just make herself come’s the objective!
A man, if one’s handy,
Or else, when she’s randy,
A bottle or carrot’s effective.
White witch
Wendy states her profession as “witch”…
She can wiggle her nostrils… twitch, twitch!
She makes love-charms, casts spells…
She and all her witch pals
Fuck like crazy, of course, too… tch, tch!