Tired, sore, bruised, her private parts battered,
She nonetheless felt sort of flattered.
Just think! All those guys!
From her thighs to her eyes,
By their various semens bespattered!
Tag: limerick
The daily grind
She puts up with his grunting and sweating,
Not helping so much as just letting;
She’s bored, and it shows,
Since she already knows
The whole fuck will be well worth forgetting.
Faith hope and chastity
Damn! She’d broken her chaste vow again!
Even nuns need a fuck, now and then…
Though she did try her best…
(His hand cupped her right breast)
It came down to who, where, how and when!
A little water clears us of this deed
They’d had sex; the guilt drove her insane!
If her mum found out, how to explain?
She stood there, in the shower,
For almost an hour.
The evidence washed down the drain.
Feeling the music
When she plays her viola da gamba,
Curves sensuous, warm, lustrous, amber…
She likes to be nude,
To get more in the mood…
Her thighs thrum, her loins hum to the timbre!
Improvisation
In a pinch, when she’s horny, she’ll root
The dog’s bone, a doll’s leg, bits of fruit,
A wine bottle, shampoo,
Heel of boot, toe of shoe;
Once an oboe! Or was it a flute?
The ship’s cook
At the risk of provoking a mutiny.
Once she’d subjected to scrutiny
All of the crew,
She should choose one, she knew,
Though she didn’t, in fact, want to root any!
Relationship on the rocks
“Oh my God!” she said, (more like a screech),
“When I said to you, back on the beach,
That I felt, you dumb jock,
Like a shag on a rock,
It was only a figure of speech!”
Forest habitat
She reached down to her pussy, to scratch
In her pubic hair, thick as a thatch.
“I should shave it,” she thought.
“Must be something I caught,
Or more nits are beginning to hatch.”
Etymology
“Friends with benefits”, “cum-chums”, “fuck-buddies”,
In etymological studies,
Are casual things
No commitment, no strings.
Love’s a notion for old fuddy-duddies!