So, her trailer-home ain’t nothin’ flash,
And the town women call her white trash…
Part-time hookin’s good pay.
Work all night, sleep all day.
Chicken, whisky, and plenty of cash!
Tag: limerick
Love’s labours lost
She’d left home, seeking fortune and fame,
Which, like love, sad to say, never came.
She’d had plenty of men,
Some who’d paid, now and then,
Her dark secret, her innermost shame!
Internal affairs
As she wrote late that night in her journal,
“Who’d ever have thought the old Colonel
Had such a big prick,
Or would give her a lick,
Before whacking it up her internal?”
Yankee go home
She was quite understandably cranky.
“Damn tourist! Big, fat, ugly Yankee!
Assuming that she
Would have done it for free!”
She said, spitting his cum in her hanky.
Living dangerously
Long and bent, and as thick as her arm…
Like a donkey’s she’d seen on a farm!
Quite a job just to suck!
And the thought of a fuck…
Might it not do a woman great harm?
The serpent in the garden
His cock looked like a big ugly snake!
She felt faint and she started to shake…
And still not fully hard!
Do cocks come by the yard?
And how much of its length can she take?
Fire sale
She wants cock, doesn’t mind too much whose…
Her hot cunt is beginning to ooze!
Does a girl have to beg?
Bend and spread? Cock a leg?
What the fuck does a man have to lose?
Bang for her buck
She’s not tight, even overly thrifty,
But gosh! Her new vibrator’s nifty!
Nice size, lots of speeds;
All that any girl needs,
When she’s horny. And change from a fifty!
Honey bee
His nose twitches. Unfailing detector!
Fresh pussy approaching his sector!
He’s spotted the source…
As a matter of course,
Soon he’s greedily sipping her nectar!
Shit happens
She’d gone out dressed decidedly daringly…
“Why me?” she wonders despairingly.
Wrong time, wrong place…
Cum all over her face,
As he’s rooting her, roughly, uncaringly.