She moved on from affair to affair…
It would seem that she hadn’t a care!
Broken heart? Marriage wrecked?
One was led to suspect,
If at all she was barely aware!
Tag: limerick
Saturday night special
Scowling, negligee tattered and filmy,
She said “Though the thought doesn’t thrill me,
It’s Saturday night,
And it’s not worth the fight,
And I guess a damn fuck wouldn’t kill me.”
The edge
What a night! Fucking close to the edge!
She looked like she’d been dragged through a hedge…
No more gang bangs, she thought.
God! A damn woman ought
To give all this shit up, take the pledge!
Cheek
Cheeky bloke! She’d said yes to a quickie…
She’d thought he was taking the mickey…
Some sort of malarkey…
She’d said “What’s bukkake?”
Well yuck! Now she knows! Fuckin’ sticky!
Job description
She did things God and law both forbade,
But by doing them brought in more trade…
Up her arse, up her cunt…
To be brutally blunt,
For what else is a lowly whore made?
Nice
At the party she’d seemed la-di-da,
But next morning, in T shirt, no bra,
While she scrambled his eggs,
Semen crusting her legs,
She seemed… sort of… just nice! There you are!
Jobs for the girls
“Please come in. Shut the door, will you, dear?”
Her boss says, a wink and a leer…
“My, what a nice dress!”
She thinks “Okay… I guess,
What’s a fuck, to advance one’s career?”
Cougar
Karen’s marriage has gone on the rocks…
She’s developed a taste for young jocks…
Basketballers are fun,
Horny friends of her son…
Just so long as they’ve got nice big cocks!
Bodice ripper
Bodice flapping, her corset unlaced,
Bosom heaving, her tender heart raced,
As she dismissed her maid
(Sworn to silence, well paid)…
She herself, too, or else be disgraced!
Gossip
It was all, of course, just idle chatter,
She told herself. What could it matter?
To call her that, but…
A dumb bitch, and a slut,
With the emphasis placed on the latter!