Porn written in the style of a famous author

P.S.: Did you mean Lake George or Lake Burley Griffin? ;)
There's a New Yorker for you. No sense of scale.

Some years, Lake George is empty, other years, it's right up to the road. Nobody has quite figured out its cycle, since it's not seasonal - it's fed from an aquifer, not rainfall or run-off.
 
A Poem About a Wife Filing for Divorce...

Once upon a midnight dreary,
While Joe was alcohol weary,
Susan strode to their bed in huff,
You drunken sod, I've had enough!
This pussy that you've liked before
Your cock shall enter, Nevermore!

But distinctly I remember,
How you said, you loved my member!
Cried out Joe rising from the bed,
Suddenly wishing he was dead!
But Susan's will was hard as stone
Glaring at him, and at his bone.
You think it's much, but there is more
These lips will blow you, Nevermore!

Edit: I realized only after I wrote and published it that Em had already done the same poem. I am claiming flu withdrawal. :confused:
I think you stuck more closely to the original.

I spitballed it.

Em
 
That's post facto second hand discovery, not first hand knowledge. There's a difference ;).
Second hand discovery is a good thing, I'd say. Not everything printed, filmed, or videotaped is going to be immediately understood by everyone reading or viewing it. At least we don't have to use encyclopedias or atlases now. :unsure:
 
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There's a New Yorker for you. No sense of scale.

Some years, Lake George is empty, other years, it's right up to the road. Nobody has quite figured out its cycle, since it's not seasonal - it's fed from an aquifer, not rainfall or run-off.
Yes, true. It is a bit too far away.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_George_(New_South_Wales)

So you've admitted that you live near Canberra? I had already guessed that it probably wasn't Alice Springs. (Yes, I've known about that place since I was about twelve!) My stalker thread set off a wave of paranoia that even I'm feeling now. Thus maybe you shouldn't tell us. :eek:
 
Using Latin always makes people sound clever, non credis?
That's why college mottoes are often in Latin. Maybe they also assume that the students won't bother to look it up. City College of New York: "Respice, Adspice, Prospice."
 
“That is, um, my Junior College class ring. Cum Laude, '69.”

“I also hope to cum loud one day, preferably in a 69.”

Gotta love Mr Jersey himself…

Em
I was Magna cum laude, not that it did me any good personally or professionally. So are you quoting one of your own stories or something else?
 
Yes, true. It is a bit too far away.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_George_(New_South_Wales)

So you've admitted that you live near Canberra? I had already guessed that it probably wasn't Alice Springs. (Yes, I've known about that place since I was about twelve!) My stalker thread set off a wave of paranoia that even I'm feeling now. Thus maybe you shouldn't tell us. :eek:
I lived there for ten years, moved away in the eighties. Canberra appears in a lot of my writing, it's my "primal city", but I've not been back there for a long time.
 
Publish and be damn,

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having had little or no sex recently, and nothing particular to interest me in the local bars, I thought I would browse the web a little and see the erotic parts of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the urges and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find my tongue looking for something to lick; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my groin; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before porn shops downtown, and bringing up the rear of every cute butt I see; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically propositioning women--then, I account it high time to get to an orgy as soon as I can.
 
Publish and be damn,

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having had little or no sex recently, and nothing particular to interest me in the local bars, I thought I would browse the web a little and see the erotic parts of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the urges and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find my tongue looking for something to lick; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my groin; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before porn shops downtown, and bringing up the rear of every cute butt I see; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically propositioning women--then, I account it high time to get to an orgy as soon as I can.
How long does it take to sail from Massachusetts to the Indian Ocean? And I don't think they stop to dally with any ladies along the way. No wonder Ahab went crazy. They all should have lost their minds by that point.
 
How long does it take to sail from Massachusetts to the Indian Ocean? And I don't think they stop to dally with any ladies along the way. No wonder Ahab went crazy. They all should have lost their minds by that point.
They had each other.
 
I think you stuck more closely to the original.

I spitballed it.

Em
Indeed. During my flu haze I skimmed through your poem and I never realized what the original was. Although, the first and last verse should have been an obvious tell. I like your version better anyway ;)
 
As a gentleman your charming mischief has once again proved an adequate diversion to us all, of that I am certain, given the present company, though it could never approach the reward furnished by a good walk in the countryside.
One of the advantages of long walks in the countryside is that they give me plenty of opportunity to dream up the kind of prurient nonsense toward which my addled mind has a natural inclination.
 
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