The unappreciated limerick

There once was a Dom, firm and tall,
Who positioned his sub by the wall.
From behind with a thrust,
He growled, "Take it, you must,"
And she arched, surrendering all.

He gripped hips like reins in his hold,
Each deep drive a story retold,
Of power, of need,
Of the pleasure she received,
As she moaned every inch she'd been sold.

With a hand in her hair for control,
He teased, "Beg for more, lose your soul."
She gasped out his name,
Lost in exquisite shame,
"Cum harder, Sir and into my hole."
 
On holiday with a friend
Our marriages near their end
A black cock we’ll share
(It’s naughty but fair)
In a threesome our cum will blend
 
A timely limerick, by Rudyard Kipling of all people.

There was a small boy of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck;
When they said ‘Are you friz?’
He replied, ‘Yes, I is –
But we don’t call this cold in Quebec.'
 
Crick and Watson just gawked and stared
At the image that Franklin had shared
Taken by Gosling, Ray
With a nifty X-ray
It suggested two helices, paired
 
Said Crick, “That’s an awfy long chain
It would stretch round the world, here to Spain!”
Said Watson, “My dick
Will rein you in quick
While Rosie here uses her brain!”
 
Said Oral, “These limericks suck!
In truth they are poetry’s cuck!
Lord Byron would die
Even Shakespeare would cry
If they weren’t in the grave, cursed luck!”

Said Byron, "Alina, you're wrong.
These limericks are really quite strong.
Especially Simon,
Whose smooth way with rhymin'
Makes him a lit'ry King Kong!"
 
A lit’ry King Kong could do worse
Than amusing us all with such verse
They’ll think we’re on meth
As we’re laughing to death
We’ll be chuckling still within the hearse
 
While balls deep in Maggie I spied
Maggie’s completely my favourite ride
Her pussy keeps tightening
Causing sexual lightning
And she so wants my come deep inside
 
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