Cleopatra unfastened the clasp
Of her bodice and picked up the asp,
[Close-up] fangs on her tit,
[Freeze frame] [blood] as it bit.
“Ouch!” she said [music] [terminal gasp].
Tag: limerick
The watcher
He said, charmingly, “Pardon me, Miss.
Do you mind if I watch while you piss?
I don’t want to have sex …
It’s a little complex …
But perhaps, while you pee, we could kiss!”
Warm panties
She returned from the Ladies, as planned,
Slipped her warm panties into his hand,
Whispered “Have a nice sniff!
I was wondering if
We might go back to my place now… and …!”
Pissing in the wind
It’s such fun, going outside to pee,
In the garden, a park, on a tree;
Sexy, know what I mean?
There’s the chance you’ll be seen
Sort of naughty … outrageous and free!
Looker
She’s a looker! She’s fit as a trout!
And the word is, she puts it about.
She does this thing, and that;
But he’s pimply and fat,
So remains, to be honest, in doubt.
Lofty pursuits
He made love to her up in the loft,
Throughout which she was itchy and coughed.
Though the fucking was nice,
She was scared of the mice,
And the straw scratched her bum, although soft.
The goodnight kiss
The lads told him she put it about,
So he chatted her up, took her out.
In the end she said no;
She went down on him though,
Which was better than going without.
What odds?
The maid glumly considered her plight;
Tipsy, naked, well almost, not quite.
From the bulge in his pants,
There now seemed little chance
That her virtue would see out the night.
The warm hearth
She’d been cosseted, been brought up right,
Taught to not misbehave, which despite,
She lay nude on his rug,
(God, he looked so damn smug!)
By the fire’s soft flickering light.
By a lake in the woods
She exclaimed “Oh, my goodness, Sir Knight!
I was bathing! You gave me a fright!
Why, I might have been raped!
I could not have escaped!
Though, of course, one would put up a fight!”