“Think I care what I look like?” she shrugs,
Tee-shirt hugging her big droopy dugs,
Yoga pants up her snatch,
As she gives it a scratch,
Slouching round in her greasy old Uggs.
Tag: limerick
Pause for thought
Pussy gaping, bedraggled, cum-spattered,
Her underwear torn off and tattered,
She lay there and mused…
Had she just been abused?
And if so, in the end, if it mattered.
Thor 1
As he came, with a thunderous roar,
The poor nymph being rooted by Thor
Muttered “Greek god or not,
I’m fair done with this lot,
And that fucking dyke, Sapho, what’s more!
Thor 2
When he came, Thor, the Greek god of thunder
Fair ripped the nymph’s pussy asunder!
The noise and the lightning,
What’s more, was damn fright’ning.
Poor thing! Was it worth it, I wonder?
Bloody women!
When her period comes, she gets grumpy,
Her tits swollen, tender and lumpy,
She swears at the kid,
And of course, God forbid,
Ain’t no chance of no damn rumpy-pumpy!
All creatures great and small
The poor guy, his cock laughably short,
Couldn’t do things that proper men ought,
Not with women at least…
But a bird or a beast
Served his needs, gerbils, things of that sort.
Short shrift
Could his penis have been any shorter?
At best, like, an inch and a quarter!
She understood why
Her mum skipped with that guy…
Well, he ain’t fuckin’ me!” thought his daughter!
Via crucis
He was rightly, he felt, quite enraged;
Her seduction, so artfully staged,
When it came to the crux,
Came to nothing! It sucks!
Seems the bitch was goddam underaged!
Seizing the moment
“Does it tickle? It’s more, kind of, prickly,
But still… rather nice!” she said thickly.
Oh God! it’s so good!
Do whatever you would…
But whatever you do, do it quickly!”
Suggestibility
She was game enough, (fucking excluded),
But, once drunk, was swiftly denuded,
And rooted, what’s more,
Hot to trot, once she saw,
When he dropped his pants, what then protruded!