Said the shy and demure Miss Fay
With a cry of the utmost dismay,
“Though I’ve done it before,
And it’s not made me sore,
By it’s size, I’m concerned that this may!”
Tag: limerick
Marital relations
Said my wife, who’s an unashamed fake,
“Oh my God! Did we have an earthquake?
I’m convinced the earth moved,
Or your technique’s improved!”
“Do you mean,” said I, “you were awake?”
Pillow talk
He looked deep in her limpid blue eyes,
And caressed her smooth porcelain thighs.
To the things that he said,
In his small, sweaty bed,
She responded with whimpers and sighs.
Upstairs, downstairs
While the scullery maid grimly clung
To the step-ladder’s uppermost rung,
Jack, the house-keeper’s boy,
Gave her spasms of joy,
‘Neath her skirt, with the tip of his tongue!
Cloncurry
Said a bloke to a girl in Cloncurry,
“My dear, there’s no need to worry:
Your mum’s in the yard,
And your sister’s on guard,
We’re quite safe, but we do need to hurry!”
Power play
She advanced with a menacing chuckle,
Meanwhile cracking each pretty knuckle,
Sat softly astride him
And started to ride him,
And gave him her nipple to suckle.
Public transports
Between Bond Street and Burlington Square,
Miss O’Toole had a shameful affair:
She enticed the conductor,
Who stripped her and fucked her,
In three different ways on the stair!
Elliptical
Cooed a coy mademoiselle, called Babette,
“I’m eternally, sir, in your debt:
You’ve respected my shyness,
And tightness and dryness,
And not pressed your point… well not yet!”
Trussed me
In the days when a lady was trussed
In a corset, to augment her bust,
It so flattened her front
And the walls of her cunt
That a chap couldn’t give a good thrust
Lips were made to love and kiss
She has lips made for pouting and sighs
And long, sensuous, elegant thighs,
Breasts that sway when she walks,
Rise and fall when she talks,
And an arse to bring tears to men’s eyes!