He drawled “Mate! Though a bloke shouldn’t gloat,
She does ev’rything! Even deep throat!
Tits! God! Wait till you see!
And she reckons she’ll be
Old enough, come next August, to vote!”
Tag: limerick
His sister’s keeper
There she stood, at last, nude, not a stitch!
He advanced … then his plans struck a hitch;
His hand cupped her smooth bum …
“Let her go! I’ll tell Mum!”
Yelled her snotty kid brother, the snitch!
Headstrong
Who’d have thought such a girl, so well-bred,
Could have met and, it seems, gone to bed,
With a man such as he,
His cock down to his knee!
How it even got into her head!
Life study
Draped in only a small scrap of gauze,
She reclines, while he busily draws.
“Just turn this way a bit,”
He says. “Show me more tit,
My wife’s breasts are dull things, beside yours!”
Al fresco 1
She starts giggling; he comes and withdraws.
“Hush!” he says, (which she laughs and ignores),
“What if somebody sees?”
She grins, (panties round knees),
“That’s the whole point of fucking outdoors!”
Al fresco 2
Picnic lunch done, made love to, she sighed,
“How delightful! It can’t be denied;
Anything that’s worth doing,
Especially screwing,
Is just so much better outside!”
Al fresco 3
Post-orgasmic, legs still open wide,
She laughs. “Look! See! I’ve nothing to hide!
Fucking’s good anywhere,
But it’s best open-air!
From now on I fuck only outside!
Hints
He deduced, from the hints that she gave,
She might like to, at times, misbehave…
That she wore a tight dress…
That she asked him to guess
Which particular bits did she shave?
A hem
Her hands clutching the hem of her dress,
Which just covers her bum, more or less,
Her eyes don’t meet the eyes
Of the wolf-whistling guys,
Though she knows that they’re looking, I guess.
Picasso
A great artist, and rich, was old Pablo,
But also a rogue, el diablo!
Unfaithful as hell,
There’s so much one could tell,
Pero, español yo no hablo!