What a wonderful fucking, forsooth!
She thought. God! What a talented youth!
Just a stable boy, yet…
A fuck not to forget!
Bless his cock, be he e’er so uncouth.
Tag: medieval limerick
Making allowance
Lady Gwendoline plucked at her lute,
“Well,” she thought. “The man may be a brute,
And an ill-mannered swine…”
She sighed, sipping her wine…
“But by God! What a fabulous root!”
The blunted sword
“Though I’m not one for casting aspersions”,
She said, “his attempted insertions
Do leave one quite cold!
Poor Sir Ralph’s just too old
For such amorous, sweaty exertions!”
After the jousting
Just a squire, a raw, callow youth,
Fair of feature, though rude and uncouth,
Lady Gwendoline mused,
Which his big cock excused,
And he knew how to use it, forsooth!
Feudal society
As the princess rode out from the castle,
Her eye fell on one handsome vassal,
Bare-backed in the sun…
She thought “That might be fun!
Then again, though, just not worth the hassle!”
In uncertain light
God! She’d not even thought to enquire,
Half-drunk, by the flickering fire!
Well fucked, but by whom?
She’d been led to assume
By Sir Hugh, (but in fact by his squire!)
What price, virtue?
In her dungeon, cold, dismal and dank,
Naked, chained, and quite certain she stank,
Would her Dad pay the ransom?
Would some dashing, handsome
Knight save her (to fuck, to be frank)?
Milord’s pleasure
Though of course she was only a peasant,
The fuck was exceedingly pleasant;
A young village slut
Quite beneath a man, but
She’d do well enough, just for the present!