“Oh my God, Paris darling!” sighed Helen.
“Your cock! You must cum by the gallon!
I want it, of course!
My own big Trojan horse!
I don’t care if I split like a melon!”
Tag: limerick
Ethereal
She was sylph-like, long limbed, little-titted,
Wore gossamer garb, as befitted
A creature so rare,
Barely stirring the air
In the rooms of men through which she flitted.
Value added
Fifty bucks for a fuck. Damn good value!
Not young, but still hot, let me tell you!
She said “Ten bucks more
Gets you in my back door!
Not, of course, that I’d try to upsell you.”
Freelance
Not the best root he’s had, but a tryer;
No pro, just for casual hire.
Nice body, great boobs,
Bouncy arse and shaved pubes…
Pretty much all a man could desire!
Not cool
Though the best-looking guy at her school,
While she’s butt-naked, feeling a fool,
Tits and bits on display,
To her growing dismay,
He’s still goggle-eyed, tugging his tool!
Sustainability
She’d been deep-throated, fucked of course, buggered;
God help her! The man was no sluggard!
And still going strong!
How much more, and how long?
As fucks go, this would rate as damn rugged!
Penny dreadful
In a laneway, behind the school fence,
In a dunny, the Ladies or Gents,
She’d go down on a bloke,
Even give him a poke,
And all just for a handful of pence!
Moulting pussy
Something’s wrong with her cunt. Is she moulting?
A few straggly hairs… it’s revolting!
The rest of her’s good;
He could fuck her. He should,
But, in fact, he just feels like bolting!
Passing muster
The men covered up ever so cleverly;
(Christ! The brass did come down heavily!)
Beds always made,
Never drunk on parade,
Local sluts out of huts before reveille!
Not passing muster
Her low neckline was showing one breast;
Her short skirt barely covered the rest.
Though her bag matched her shoes,
In most club members’ views
She looked common, and quite underdressed.