Though her husband’s a fool, and pretentious,
A gambler, a drunk and licentious,
Although he fucks whores,
And he farts and he snores,
In their bedroom he’s still conscientious.
Tag: limerick
Intelligent design
Contemplating her lovely vagina,
She thanked God, her pussy’s designer…
Like, perfect to fuck…
What incredible luck!
And most times any damage just minor.
Presentation
Bigger boobs are a bonus, she’s found,
Not too saggy, just bouncy and round…
Guys go out of their minds,
Want to fuck her, she finds…
Better value than small, pound for pound.
Home schooling
Just a hillbilly-fuck-daddy redneck gal,
Young… prob’ly cain’t add or spell,
Little handful-size tits,
And she leans down n spits
And starts suckin’ his cock! What the hell?
Ladies’ fingers
Nice young ladies get horny like boys…
They get off with their hands and their toys,
Taking secret delight
In their beds late at night
Panties stuffed in mouths, not to make noise.
Abandon hope
Poor girl, castaway, stranded, marooned…
Found Man Friday… hope blossomed, ballooned…
All did not go as planned…
Thrown face down on the sand,
And her tender young pussy harpooned!
Food for thought
Her predicament, now her mind’s cleared,
Is worse than it first had appeared
These cannibal chaps
Might yet eat her, perhaps…
And her pussy’s already been speared!
The unwelcome caress
At his harsh, importunate caress
She felt under a certain duress,
Sweet talk over it seemed,
As he growled (and she screamed)…
“Right, let’s have at what’s under your dress!”
Prey
So, she’s hanging there… naked, in shackles…
The thing, though, that most raised her hackles…
She would have said yes…
If they’d asked, no duress,
These dumb men, circling round her like jackals.
The sporting life
A great party, good booze and good food…
This chick’s got herself totally nude…
She’s a pretty good sort,
And a bloody good sport…
Gonna get comprehensively screwed!