She was locked in a cage of some kind…
Some contraption perversely designed…
Metal clamps on her tits,
Her legs spread in the splits…
My god! What could the man have in mind?”
Tag: limerick
Not backward being forward
He made lots of unwanted advances.
He figured it increased his chances…
Like, “Fancy a fuck?:
With a little good luck…
Or just fuck ’em, whatever their answers!
If
She said “Just so you know… it’s alright…
Fuck my arse, if you want… it won’t bite!
I’m not saying you should…
Just… you know… it’s all good…
If you want to… I just thought you might.”
Japanophile
I like Japanese stuff… sukiyaki,
Sapporo, Suntory and sake,
And shunga, shibari,
(But not hari kari)
And hentai, of course. And bukkake!
The bootless and unhorsed
Battle’s end, and the horseless unbooted
Ran riot and pillaged and looted…
Those grand days of old…
Swags of jewels and gold,
And the losing side’s wives to be rooted!
Finale
At long last, their cocks started to droop,
Not before, though, they’d stood, the whole group,
In a circle around her,
And just about drowned her
With squirts of great gobs of their goop!
Do unto others
She said “Look, yeah, my cunt’s a bit roomy…
But fuck! I still want you to screw me!
Let’s have one more drink,
And I bet you can think
Of all kinds of sick shit to do to me!”
Finger lickin”
Mum with kids, unenhanced, no spring chicken,
But breasts and thighs still finger-lickin’…
She sucked good as most,
And she loved a spit-roast…
Just the thought of it made her cunt slicken!
What’s not to love?
Quite promiscuous, easily bored,
Oversexed, psychiatrically flawed,
She told off-colour jokes,
Blithely rooted strange blokes,
But was much loved still, even adored!
Impulse buying
Chilly-nippled, hair dripping, bedraggled,
She flaunted her bosom and haggled…
A fuck would be nice…
She was well worth the price
Of the pert little tail she waggled.