Though it might or might not have been love…
If it wasn’t, well, heavens above!
She was thrilled with her luck,
Having someone to fuck.
That’s what matters, when push comes to shove!
Tag: limerick
Upmarket
The young hooker, flat broke, ruin looming,
Worked on her deportment and grooming,
Dressed smarter, talked nice,
Then she put up her price,
And, last heard of, her business was booming!
Transparency
He said “Darling, I need to ‘fess up…
So you know… so I can’t, like, mess up…
Since we’re married now, so…
Well.. I think you should know…
I like panties and bras… and dress up!”
The decent and the indecent
He was just shy, poor boy, she surmised.
Once undressed, she was greatly surprised…
Well! What wonderful luck,
When she wanted a fuck,
That his penis was quite decent-sized!
Rhett and Scarlett
“Oh! God’s nightgown!” exclaimed young Miss Scarlett
“Rhett Butler, you lecherous varlet!
The first day I met you,
I knew if I let you…
You’d just treat me like a damn harlot!”
Fall from grace
She earned rather a scathing rebuke
From her stern, distant father, the Duke,
When she’d only been bored…
Just a stray fuck… good Lord!
And His Grace had walked in, by some fluke!
On the game
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!
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.