‘Neath the sensible warm winter vest
Of Miss Darcy there dangles a breast
Of such marvelous size
It brings tears to one’s eyes,
And the other? My God! She’s twice blessed!
Tag: limerick
Wet
If your date should break into a sweat,
You can bet that her fanny is wet.
Make the most of your chance,
And slip out of your pants:
There’s no telling how far you might get!
Walking the walk
One should watch how a girl’s bottom sways,
For the several things it betrays:
You can tell from her rump
If she’s up for a hump,
And sometimes, after practice, which ways.
Ripe
When a woman is ripe to seduce
She exudes quite a potable juice,
Then her nipples erect,
(A delightful effect)
And her cunt turns a delicate puce.
Little bow peep
She was knock-kneed, and so pigeon-toed,
It was said she could not be bestrode,
But she was, for although,
Quite a tight squeeze below,
At the top her legs gapingly bowed!
Oh baby!
An unfortunate fellow from Perth
Had a dick of incredible girth.
The one fuck of his life
Was his brother’s mate’s wife,
Who described it as like giving birth.
Friction
How he got his prick in is a mystery.
He did though, that much is now history.
The friction was such
She could not bear to touch
Her poor fanny, so swollen and blistery!
Bushed
There’s a girl with a bush that’s so lush,
That the sight brings a reverent hush,
Which she plaits in a braid
Or a bun, when she’s laid,
After which it takes hours to brush!
Her winter coat
There’s a lovely young girl called Jacinta,
Whose fanny-fur’s thicker in winter.
In summer she sheds
In her gentlemen’s beds,
But she’s always a joy to slip inta!
A tight squeeze
There’s a lady, a physical freak,
Who’s devised an erotic technique:
She relaxes her cunt,
To take one man in front,
One behind and another oblique!