One would think a root quite hard to botch;
Wham, bam into a slippery crotch!
Though it’s not rocket science
Or battling with giants
It might depend who’s there to watch.
Tag: limerick
The frog-prince
Rapt, bewitched, she became uninhibited;
Intimate parts she exhibited,
Keen to convince
Her enchanted frog-prince
To transform, but, alas, “No,” he ribbited.
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
Six nice new naughty girls in a row!
Santa chuckled. So handy to know!
Six names ticked off his list,
Then a flick of the wrist;
Hot, red bottoms all round! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Naughty, but nice
Santa gave her young titties a squeeze.
“You’ve been naughty,” he said, with a wheeze,
“So I’m going to spank you.”
“Gosh! Yes!” she said, “Thank you!
And fuck me then too, Santa, please!”
The evening of the day
Though a bit geriatric, Mick Jagger
Still puts on the hip-thrust and swagger,
Attempting to show
That, just as long ago,
He’s a randy, inveterate shagger.
Cause and effect
There are possible causative links
Between how much a young woman drinks
And if, how, where and when
She’ll have sex with strange men.
And, when groped, if she just smiles and winks.
Grey cats in the dark
She’d got pregnant, but who was to blame?
Tom? Dick? Harry? Some other first name?
Perhaps no name at all!
She just couldn’t recall.
In the dark they’d all seemed much the same.
Greek virgins
Be it myth, or else be it historical,
Greek girls consulted the oracle,
Vestal or not,
Virgins all, to ask what
The gods thought about sex (just rhetorical).
Victorian morality
She enjoyed a root, just on the quiet.
One day she’d said yes, just to try it.
Her gentleman friends
Were just means to her ends.
If found out, she’d just flatly deny it.
Laying Leia
“Spread your legs you must wider,” said Yoda.
His skin had a strange spicy odour.
Excited, wide eyed,
Princess Leia complied.
In her dark side he came, like green soda.