root – Page 2 – Pete's Limericks

Pride cometh

It was mostly a matter of pride.
Though she said she’d had bigger, she’d lied…
The gargantuan brute, it
Might hurt, but she’d root it!
And did… though she damn near died!

Yes. Please.

One night stands… not her usual style,
But she’d not had a root for a while,
So she figured why not…
(The nice car, the big yacht)…
And said yes, with a cock-sucking smile.

Not an organ, so much, as a flute…
Slender, elegant… Tweet, tweet, toot toot!
And her sweet embouchure
Helped greatly, I’m sure,
In warming it up for a root!

Clothes make the man

A young man, whom she’d met at croquet,
Came to call, with a lovely bouquet,
In his Sunday-best suit…
When he asked for a root,
Though she blushed, she still murmured “Okay.”

Hens party

It’s my last chance, she said with a smile.
Not forever, but shit! For a while!
I’ll get drunk, root all night,
Then I’ll dress up in white
In the morning, and walk down the aisle.

Lucky dip

“Fuck!” she thought. “Well God knows I ain’t picky…
Thank God, though, it’s only a quickie!
He ain’t all that cute,
But a root’s still a root,
And that cock! Don’t it take the damn biccie!”

A cry from the heart

Is he gay? she thinks. Feminine? Neuter?
She’s cute, couldn’t be any cuter!
What’s wrong with the bloke?
It’s beyond a damn joke!
Why the fuck won’t he fucking well root her?

Come by chance

Would he root her? He wouldn’t say never.
Great body, but not too damn clever.
He’ll just try his luck…
“Hey babe! Fancy a fuck?”
And she spits out her gum… “Yeah. Whatever.”

Plush

Splendid tits, a spectacular tushy!
Her pussy untamed, wild and bushy
Concealed her cunt,
(Well, at least from in front),
But a root, when once got, was damn cushy!