Though a priest of the Roman religion,
Of morals he had not a smidgen!
A swine before pearls,
He corrupted young girls
In Swahili and Hindu and Pidgin.
Tag: limerick
Fond hope
A young woman, of whom he was fond,
When he told her so, didn’t respond,
In like kind, as he’d hoped…
Furthermore… when he groped,
Sad to say, she was not even blonde!
If
Were he ten years younger and bolder!
Nice tits. Her dress hung off one shoulder.
He let out a sigh.
She looked straight in his eye.
Were she only, too, just a bit older!
Wax torture
Hot wax dripped, the cloth ripped and she yelped!
Though tight-lipped, it escaped, and it helped.
“There, love. What do you think?”
She looked down. Bald and pink!
Now she knew how it felt to be scalped!
Everything but the lolly
She’d accepted a ride, which was folly;
He took out his prick. She said “Golly!”
The deed was soon done.
He said “Wasn’t that fun?”
Flushed and giggling, she said “Gosh, yes! Jolly!”
Facing up to it
She was friendly, good-looking, but dumb;
Pretty face and great tits, a nice bum.
Once he’d got her undressed,
Though she did do her best…
When he came… she was all overcome!
The eternal question
Her fond hope had, as things had been headed,
Been, soon, to have been safely wedded;
The church, the gold ring!
Would he do the right thing,
Or abandon her, now she’d been bedded?
Hard times
In hard times, when a bloke’s a bit broke,
It’s good, cheap entertainment, a poke;
Shout a woman a beer,
A word in her ear,
Lie back later on, share a smoke!
A nod is as good as a wink
Her consent he inferred from a nod,
And proceeded to give her a prod.
Though she moaned, rolled her eyes,
Had a look of surprise,
She said nothing throughout, which was odd.
The sporting type
“He’s a prick!” said her friend, with a frown.
“Are you gonna take that lying down?”
“Lying, standing, all-fours,
On a park bench, outdoors!
In the bath! I don’t care if I drown!”