Just a gigolo, handsome, slim-hipped,
Charming, perfumed, well-dressed, Jagger-lipped.
Women paid him for sex,
(Cash, no cards and no cheques),
For which task he was damn well equipped!
Tag: limerick
The cad
The term cad would be fairly applicable.
God! The damn man was despicable!
Rude, selfish beast!
Was a woman, at least,
If not fuckable, possibly lickable?
Making a spectacle of oneself
As a rule, self-possessed and reserved,
She now found herself rather unnerved;
Getting off on her hand,
One could not understand
Why the bastard just sat there and perved!
Wishful thinking
Getting older, still virgin, such lust!
It’s a case of get rooted or bust!
Drooping tits, pushing thirty,
Thoughts constantly dirty,
Her pussy just gathering dust!
The road to sainthood
Monstrous men! Have they no self-restraint?
Wicked instruments! Grotesquely quaint…
The Breast-Ripper! The Pear…
(Shoved up heaven-knows-where!)
But needs must, or else not be a saint.
The eavesdropper
When she overheard being discussed
Over port, by the men, her large bust,
What they’d do, if they could,
(Would they? What if they should?)
She felt strangely inflamed, though nonplussed!
Call of the wild
She attracted men’s amorous glances
At morning teas, suppers and dances;
Her damn chaperone
Wouldn’t leave her alone,
When she’d rather have taken her chances!
Babe in Toyland
We’ll, how much would a country maid know
Like a babe in the woods; afraid so!
And so amply endowed
Running with the wrong crowd,
Drinking, smoking, laid high and laid low!
Decadence
Champagne, canapés, all very swanky,
The hostess herself, though, quite skanky!
She sucked off a waiter,
Though, daintily, later,
She spat in a little lace hankie.
Taking the hint
Her lace knickers, so flimsy and scanty,
Not panties quite, more just a panty,
And all that she wore!
He must fuck her, he swore!
(Which, of course, she would not have been anti!)