The poor innocent girl had no inkling
The thing in her hand, fast unwrinkling,
Would start, soon enough,
To spurt out the white stuff,
On her face and her bosom now sprinkling!
Tag: limerick
Fringe dweller
She lived life on society’s fringe,
Whom she fucked, and how, thus didn’t hinge
Upon social mores;
She could do it more ways,
No more sexual cultural cringe!
A fitting end
Yes, she knew what a sin she’d committed,
Great fun, though! she slyly admitted .
She’d thought at the start
It might tear her apart,
In the end,though, thank God, it had fitted!
The dance
Just his voice, by its accent and timbre,
Somehow, when he asked her to samba…
His smooth latin charm,
Should have caused her alarm…
Flashing lights, if not red, at least amber!
Boy's night out
The boy’s filthy remark and his titter
Betrayed an embarrassing jitter.
In front of his nose,
The girl struck a lewd pose,
Wearing just a few sprinkles of glitter!
Buon gusto
Dice lei, “Vai! Dammi un bacio!”
“Si, certo, sicuro! Lo faccio!”
“Non li, sulla fica!”
Il gusto? Mi dica!
Era come mangiare carpaccio!
The maid's lament
On the maid’s lip small sweat droplets beaded,
Her winks and her pouts gone unheeded;
“At least have a look!”
She exclaimed to the cook,
As she offered her breasts to be kneaded.
Truth hidden in plain sight
She came home to her husband afraid
That he’d know from her face that she’d strayed,
So she said to him (nude),
“God I need to be screwed!”
(A reliable trick of the trade.)
Mismatched
It did seem they were rather mismatched;
When they screwed she seemed somewhat detached.
Out of boredom or scorn,
When he came, she’d just yawn
And when being gone down on , she scratched.
Bonjour tristesse
Une fois disait une prostituée,
“Ce travail va enfin me tuer!
J’ai besoin d’un mari,
Une maison à Paris;
Je n’ai pas plus envie de jouer!”