Though it’s not, strictly speaking, correct,
If the young lady doesn’t object,
You can bypass the hours
Of small talk and flowers,
And go to the fucking direct!
Tag: limerick
Trial by jury
There’s a naughty young lady called Coorey,
Who worked a bloke into a fury:
She said no (wink), (nudge).
Did she mean yes? You judge,
And we twelve next in line will be jury.
In the old days, of hot-rods and cola,
We all loved a nice rock ‘n’ roller,
Especially flirts,
In their short pleated skirts,
Not concerned about pushing a stroller.
Cave man
Laird of the ring
Every male of some Scottish clans
Wears a little brass ring through his glans,
And conceals thereby,
By a string down his thigh,
His life savings, in little tin cans.
Booze
After one or two glasses of booze,
Miss Virginia’s loins start to ooze:
She proclaims she wants cock
And as hard as a rock,
And she doesn’t mind very much whose!
Enid
The improbably proper Miss Blyton
Was easy to shock and to frighten:
She dined with the vicar,
She never drank liquor
And never made love with the light on.
Trom-bone
In the midst of the trickiest bit
Came a shriek from the orchestra pit,
Which was closely pursued
By a cry of “Damn rude!
Keep your trombone away from my tit!”
Moonlight serenade
I’ve a neighbour who plays the bassoon,
Every night by the light of the moon.
She stands out on her lawn,
Dressed the way she was born:
She looks nice, but she plays out of tune.
The grass
A young lady from Badgery Creek
Stepped outside late one night, for a leak.
When she squatted, the grass
Sort of tickled her arse,
So she did it each night for a week!