Broke and desperate, burning with shame,
No choice left but to go on the game…
Well, it beat being poor!
She enjoyed it, what’s more…
Indeed, so much she quite often came!
Tag: limerick
An anxious moment
The poor guy, in the honest belief
She’d consented, then found to his grief
That it wasn’t quite so,
(She just hadn’t said no),
But she liked it… a blessed relief!
Clarity
She was willing, but wasn’t too clear
Just how… Fucking felt rather queer!
She squealed in shock,
When he stuck in his cock…
But she pretty soon got the idea!
Classified
Wanted: Woman to rent or to buy.
With big tits, and don’t nag and don’t cry.
Not too young, not too old,
Who can do what she’s told.
Pay’s good. Feminists need not apply.
Blank
She was thrown in a dungeon. Clank, clank!
Naked, chained to the wall. Her heart sank.
God! How helpless she felt!
He unfastened his belt…
And the rest is a merciful blank.
Cool under pressure
He was pushy and rude, but damn hot!
When he fucked her it hurt… quite a lot…
He had such a big cock!
She got over her shock,
And said “Really? Is that all you’ve got?”
In her dreams
She’d gone out for a walk and been taken…
Some desolate place… godforsaken!
He’d screwed her of course…
There’d been some use of force…
A strange dream she’d recall when she’d waken.
Slumming it
“I must say, she does rather surpass
Expectation for one of her class,”
Old Sir Walter admits…
“She has jolly fine tits,
And of course, too, that quite superb arse!”
Dress code
Gosh, she thought, all these people are staring…
Perhaps it’s this dress that I’m wearing…
It’s see-through, I guess…
Like I’m nude, more or less…
For a funeral, maybe too daring!
The chatting up
He said “Miss, if I might be so bold,
You may think that I’m sleazy and old,
But I’m rich, and I’ve got
A big house and a yacht,
And a very nice penis, I’m told.”