He can tell by the signs where she’s lain…
Rumpled sheets, blood, the gluey grey stain.
When his mum says “What’s this?”
(And she’ll know it’s not piss,)
How the fuck will he ever explain?)
Tag: limerick
Diner
The gal’s easy enough on the eye,
When he studies her, just on the sly.
He comes in there most days,
But just orders and pays,
Takes his time over coffee and pie.
On bended knee
The damn fool’s gone and bought her a ring…
Got his dick on the end of a string!
He’s gone down on one knee…
Can the wanker not see
She just wanted a bit of a fling?
Truth in reporting
“We made love… or, to be more precise…
Well… he fucked me… in fact, fucked me twice!”
She said. “Heavens above!
Not a word about love.
But to do it again would be nice!”
Kicks
She said “Yeah. Fuck! Why not?” just for kicks,
Now she’s got herself into a fix…
She’s done gang bangs before,
Gets off, acting the whore…
But four guys? Wait.. no, five! Oh fuck… six!
The middle man
He said “Darlin’, just do what you’re told.
Keep the cash, but the root’s put on hold…
Nah, no need to get dressed.
Have a drink! Be my guest!
You’ve been bought, but you’ve now been onsold.”
Supply and demand
An odd chap, but a regular client,
On whom she’s become quite reliant…
The bruises soon fade,
And for what she’ll be paid,
She’s prepared to be more than compliant.
Fledgling
She’s so nervous, he thinks, all on edge…
Pussy barely beginning to fledge…
Wispy thatch of blonde fluff…
Young, but quite old enough…
He works in the thick end of his wedge.
Productivity
She just couldn’t help being seductive…
Gold digger, heart breaker, destructive!
She gave not a thought
To the chaos she wrought…
Well, regrets are so counter-productive!
Musing
Was it just her, or women more broadly,
He treated so rough and disord’ly?
The whip and the cane,
Though, had not caused great pain,
Nor affected her much untowardly.