STD – Page 2 – Pete's Limericks

Rubbing it makes it worse

What to make of this intimate itch?
She rubbed idly, not wearing a stitch…
Not unpleasant, she thought…
Was it something she’d caught?
Or just horniness? Goodness knows which!

Bummer

She went out and got drunk and went slumming;
I guess the poor girl had it coming.
The sex had been great,
But now, bad luck or fate,
There was something not right with her plumbing!

Sore and sorry

He was handsome, his gaze was hypnotic,
His movements, his words so erotic,
She gave in, of course,
Later on, with remorse,
Taking doses of antibiotic.

Forest habitat

She reached down to her pussy, to scratch
In her pubic hair, thick as a thatch.
“I should shave it,” she thought.
“Must be something I caught,
Or more nits are beginning to hatch.”

When the clap was just the clap

Quite obsessed about all things erotic,
Her life became rather chaotic.
Diseases she caught
Hardly gave pause for thought,
Just the odd dose of antibiotic.

Poetic justice

He was ugly and stupid and gross!
The term “dumb jock” would be pretty close.
Though the fuck was OK,
At the end of the day
She was glad that she gave him a dose!

No bargain

She hissed “Psst! You want jiggy-jig mister?
Cash fifty bucks, me or my sister!
Give ten dollar more,
Both together! No sore!
No need rubber! Just very small blister!”