Pussy waxing’s the norm, can’t be helped,
She kept telling herself… then she yelped!
It might hurt, someone said,
You could just shave instead…
But it felt like her cunt had been scalped!
Tag: limerick
Cold water
“Oh my god!” she screamed. “What are you thinking?
Damn pervert! You must have been drinking!
Fuck you? Not a chance!
Put it back in your pants!”
And he sighed, his cock rapidly shrinking.
Putting him in his place
“I must say, this is rather depressing,”
She said, getting on with undressing.
“You can, and you will
Fuck me, maybe, but still,
Your small dick is some sort of a blessing!”
Witch-hunt
Who’d have wanted to be a damn witch?
Dobbed in likely, by some local snitch,
Shunned and feared, called names,
Or consigned to the flames,
Persecuted for sport by the rich.
The bright side
Hmm… a bit of an awkward position.
All good. It’s a movie audition!
He’s ugly? He’s fat?
Casting couch and all that?
Well, that showbiz… and naked ambition!
The ring thing
They were sort of engaged, more or less,
As he said, with his hand up her dress,
But she’d keep saying no…
It was no ring, no go.
Once she’d got it, she might acquiesce.
Money talks
She’d been awfully well wined and dined…
It was plain what the chap had in mind.
He was rich, he was nice…
She might well name her price,
Though she’d thought that she wasn’t that kind.
His wish is her command
Her poor heart gave a jump and a skip,
When he brought out his pearl-handled whip…
“Don’t be frightened, my dear.
I shan’t be severe…
Not this time… now kindly please strip!
Regimentally undressed
In his uniform tall, dark and dashing,
So handsome, so manly, just smashing!
She smiled, whispered low…
“You can fuck me, you know,
But please, first, give my arse a good thrashing!”
Meeting Maid Marian
Two pounds each, he thinks, if they’re an ounce!
By the way her tits wobble and bounce,
As she rides through the wood…
Lucky you, Robin Hood!
Enough perving, get ready to pounce!