Her performance was less than inspired;
Of course, though, she’d only been hired.
She looked nice, but bored,
And, for modest reward,
She did all that was strictly required.
Tag: limerick
Once bitten
He said “What, do you think I might bite?
Just one kiss, and we’ll call it a night.”
But he lied, truth to tell,
And she, virgin as well,
Proved corruptible, horny and tight!
Shock, horror!
She recoiled in horror and fright,
And in shocked disbelief, at the sight…
His prick, thick as her arm,
Might do terrible harm…
But might fill her, as well, with delight!
The whore-monger
He’s a lecherous, heartless whore-monger,
Whose ravenous sexual hunger
Compels him to ravage,
In ways strange and savage,
Young women, and younger, and younger.
Nitty-gritty
With her eyes closed and tight-gritted teeth,
Breathless, sweating, she writhed underneath;
He rolled, wobbled and heaved,
And she, somewhat aggrieved,
Hissed “My God! You’re tho fucking obethe!
Gritting her teeth
It was just one more bridge to be crossed;
Sleepless, all night she’d turned and she’d tossed.
She’d consent, when he woke ,
To a fuck with this bloke,
Once he’d brushed his teeth, gargled and flossed!
Phone-sex
For you girls, there’s a new smartphone app;
Just download, place your phone on your lap,
Or cling-wrap, lift your skirt,
And discreetly insert,
Then get off, to rock music or rap!
Industrialisation
A girl might, for the lack of a boy,
Use a humming, banana-shaped toy;
A fantastic appliance,
A marvel of science
All women can own and enjoy!
Going spare
What he did with his tongue drove her spare!
Too much bliss for a woman to bear!
He hummed, nibbled and licked,
Sucked and darted and flicked;
Would the man never come up for air?
The prince and the pauper
Though, of course, one would never condone
Such behaviour! If one had but known
What the young prince would do!
With a commoner too!
Still, a young man’s wild oats must be sown.