She was sixteen, and cute as a dimple,
But stressing out over a pimple!
Not poverty, war,
Climate change; what a bore!
Ah, if only all life were so simple.
Tag: limerick
The lure of the East
I prefer my girlfriends oriental;
They’re sexy and so ornamental.
White girls are designed
Much the same, yet I find
The resemblance almost accidental!
Rules of engagement
Noble knights and the horseless unbooted
Burned houses and pillaged and looted;
They slaughtered their foes,
Mostly men, I suppose,
Girls and women, of course, they just rooted.
Distressed
When she laughed, her breasts shook in her shirt;
Her bum bounced underneath her short skirt,
When they danced, her tits pressed
On his thundering chest,
And his cock grew so hard that it hurt!
The itch
On the beach, wearing hardly a stitch,
She enjoyed watching men’s crotches twitch;
If he played his cards right,
She would root one tonight,
And she didn’t mind very much which!
Introductory offer
When she kissed him, she murmured “Although you
Perhaps think that I hardly know you,
Just leave it to me;,
If you like what you see,
There’s lots more, I’d be happy to show you!”
No VPL
“Are your panties silk, lacy, white cotton?”
“Excuse me! You’re perfectly rotten!
How dare you ask that!”
“Well, your skirt seemed so flat,
I suspected they’d been quite forgotten.”
Dream on!
As she lathered her bosom with soap, her
Next-door neighbour peeked, in the hope her
Daydreams were of him,
Though the odds did seem slim
That he’d ever be able to grope her.
Flashpoint
She’d been acting quite sluttish, I gather;
She’d worked him up into a lather.
She flashed them again,
And I guess that by then
It was pretty much all open slather!
Petty crime
Who’d have thought that she’d hold such a grudge?
A quick kiss, just a small lipstick smudge,
A light pat on her bum,
(Well, okay, that was dumb,)
And I did give her left tit a nudge.