A young priestess, back sometime historical,
Asked of the wise Delphi Oracle
“Must I be chaste?
It does seem such a waste!”
(Though the question of course was rhetorical.)
Tag: limerick
Humidy and tumidity
He watched, hidden; a perfumed mist swathed
Him and her both, like sweat, as she bathed.
He did things, in his mind,
Of the nastiest kind.
She emerged, nonetheless, quite unscathed!
Making a virtue of necessity
Well of course she resisted at first,
Having felt she’d been rather coerced,
But then, much as she had,
She thought “This ain’t so bad.
As roots go, in fact, far from the worst!”
A marriage of convenience
Though he sensed in his wife some estrangement;
Hysteria maybe, derangement…
She, being recumbent,
And he, the incumbent,
He thought quite a decent arrangement.
Satyricon
Horned and hooved, with a long shaggy coat;
A man’s torso, hind parts of a goat!
Being fucked by a satyr …
Not good, but worse, later,
That rank, slimy prick down her throat!
Interior monologue
God, she thought, I must have a damn jinx!
A guy gives me the eye, and he winks.
And I think, yeah, that’s good.
I could fuck him! I should!
But we never get further than drinks!
Lamarckian evolution
Human woman: a curious mammal.
Lips painted, claws shiny enamel,
Tits rather too big,
A cunt shaped like a fig,
Or a clam, or the toe of a camel.
Five minutes of fame
Her head stuck on some porn star – a hoax,
Such amusement, though fake, it evokes!
It’s all over the net;
Not on Facebook, though, yet.
“Guess I’m only half-famous!” she jokes.
The electrical sex machine (prototype)
The machine still has one or two faults;
Some burnt hair, small electrical jolts
To the internal parts,
Women though, once it starts,
Do implore one to crank up the volts!
Logical fallacy
God! Men’s logic was so hard to follow!
He’d dumped her! She felt sort of hollow.
What more could she do?
Gave him head, fucked him too!
Maybe threesomes? Or else learn to swallow.