Aussie sheilas are mostly good sorts,
Like a joke and a drink, damn good sports,
Cook a feed, open gates,
Root a man. And his mates…
It’s as if they could read a bloke’s thoughts!
Tag: limerick
Meek
She stood, naked, unable to speak.
He reached out, gave her nipple a tweak;
She just widened her eyes.
His hand parted her thighs;
She emitted a timorous squeak!
Staple in her navel
She was beautiful, red-cheeked and fresh,
Wearing panties, bra, stockings of mesh;
He imagined what he
Would be doing were she
Not a photo, but there in the flesh!
The large codpiece
She asked, cheekily, feeling good-humoured,
If, down there, he was, as was rumoured,
As big as a horse!
He replied, “Well, of course!
Even bigger, perhaps, when one’s tumid!”
The timid maiden
Although pretty, the wench was so timid,
Despite the hot passion that simmered,
That welled in her breast…
She said naught to him, lest
She destroy any faint hope that glimmered.
The enchanted prince
She was proving quite hard to convince,
Thought the frog (an enchanted young prince).
If she’d kiss him, she’d know,
But she wouldn’t, although
He’d dropped all sorts of obvious hints!
Penance
She’d confessed her sins. Meekly she knelt,
To accept whate’er penance was dealt,
On the cold altar stairs,
For the priest’s mournful prayers,
Or the kiss of the cane, or his belt.
Square peg, round hole
There he was, within sight of his goal!
She denied him still! Must he cajole?
Must he weep? Must he beg,
To insert his square peg
In her ever-so-tempting round hole?
Wild woman
She behaved in a manner that bordered
On decadent, wicked, disordered;
Booze, drugs, orgies too,
With complete strangers, who
When not rooting her, laughed and applauded!
Skirmish
It had been hard, good fun, a clean fight,
But now, naked, she gave the green light.
Was it totally fair?
In the end, did he care,
When they fucked, if it hadn’t been, quite?