They made love, standing up, in the lift:
It was daring, erotic and swift,
And apart from the thrill,
There was no hotel bill:
It was done less from lust than from thrift!
Tag: limerick
The good wife
During sex my good wife lies inert,
While my sexual will I exert.
From in front or behind,
She seems never to mind,
Just as long as I pull down her skirt.
The papist
He’s respectable, shy and a papist,
In secret though, sickly escapist,
And when not at church
He submits to the birch;
He’s a pedophile too, and a rapist.
Buttered toast
Butter dripped from the young lady’s toast,
On her attributes full and foremost:
Tragic waste it was that
Her dull husband just sat,
In his newspaper deeply engrossed.
Mr Brown’s wife
Mister Brown’s wife’s more forward than most:
Brown’s short-sighted and deaf as a post.
While she flirts with their guests
And exposes her breasts,
Brown smiles fondly and plays the good host.
Bimbo
There’s a vacuous, statuesque bimbo,
Whose party trick’s doing the limbo,
Which trick she does nude,
Getting off being viewed,
Tits a-flutter and long legs akimbo!