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!
Tag: limerick
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!
Perversity
She’d been wondering which would be worse…
When he rooted her, boy, did she curse!
Being ravished by force,
Bad enough, quite, of course,
Not her pussy though… quite the reverse!
Lucky dip
“Fuck!” she thought. “Well God knows I ain’t picky…
Thank God, though, it’s only a quickie!
He ain’t all that cute,
But a root’s still a root,
And that cock! Don’t it take the damn biccie!”
Anonymity
Being tied up, though somewhat annoying,,
She found herself rather enjoying.
And blindfolded too!
Being fucked by… guess who?
(Even what he or she was employing!)
A toe in the door
He’s a bit of a fuckin’ fat slob…
If he’d only get on with the job!
All his puffing and wheezing,
And grunting and squeezing,
And got nothing in but the knob!
The camel’s back
Gagging, spitting, a cramp in the jaw…
Damn deep throat! It’s the last fucking straw!
God! He’s had a good fuck,
And a bit of a suck…
But now this! It fair sticks in her craw!
A cry from the heart
Is he gay? she thinks. Feminine? Neuter?
She’s cute, couldn’t be any cuter!
What’s wrong with the bloke?
It’s beyond a damn joke!
Why the fuck won’t he fucking well root her?