Write our own Limericks v 5.0

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Her lover had left her nonplusse
it seemed that he might go astray
so she would tonight
Make everything right
with her sexy and naughty play
 
She longed to feel his mouth on her
He loved to kiss her mons of fur
It makes her whimper
Makes him less limp-er

(that line rates barely a pass, Jett :rolleyes: )
 
She longed to feel his mouth on her
He loved to kiss her mons of fur
It makes her whimper
Makes him less limp-er
I really must say, I do concur

(that line rates barely a pass, Jett :rolleyes: )
(It scares me when you talk to yourself! :eek:...especially in print!) lol;)
 
He's a happy go lucky guy
The voices in his head all vie

(me not crazy, just 'special' :D )
 
He's a happy go lucky guy
The voices in his head all vie
Known for his wit
And so buff and fit

*gmmph*

He's a happy go lucky guy
When his hand is down his fly
He is thinking of her
And what makes her purr
 
He's a happy go lucky guy
The voices in his head all vie
Known for his wit
And so buff and fit
But let down by his taste in ties.


He's a happy go lucky guy
When his hand is down his fly
He is thinking of her
And what makes her purr
But he can't say "hello", his mouth's dry. :(
 
"Hey, what's wrong with my taste in ties!?"
He loudly, in false outrage, cries.
 
"Hey, what's wrong with my taste in ties!?"
He loudly, in false outrage, cries.
Paisley is quite fine
 
"Hey, what's wrong with my taste in ties!?"
He loudly, in false outrage, cries.
Paisley is quite fine
And plaid? How divine!
 
"Hey, what's wrong with my taste in ties!?"
He loudly, in false outrage, cries.
Paisley is quite fine
And plaid? How divine!
But everyone knew those were lies ;)
 
Fuck me, he cried out
Yo, eight syllables are allowed
Count with your fingers


into her tight hairy hole he eagerly plowed
To egg him on she loudly growled




Ugh nobody counts syllables anymore! :rolleyes:
 
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Fuck me, he cried out
Yo, eight syllables are allowed
Count with your fingers
Instead of your weiners
Because even I can't make this limerick work. :D


Into her tight hairy hole he eagerly plowed
To egg him on she loudly growled
Alas, he's too quick
 
The lim is a poem so fine
With a trick to every line
Lines five, two and one
Rhyme (that's how it's done)
While lines three and four also rhyme with each other, the other important thing being the syllable count - 7, 8 or nine syllables being the norm in lines one, two and five (with each line having the same number of syllables - take your cue from the lead) and lines three and four having five syllables each. Only. Ever. And woe betide anyone who stuffs it up!

Like I just did.

Um, heh, heh ... :eek:

Bonus points for iambic meter (not mandatory)

And for commenting on your own work.

(No, Jett, that's just you. It makes people think you're weird.)
 
Into her tight hairy hole he eagerly plowed
To egg him on she loudly growled
Alas, he's too quick
Good thing he's real thick!
 
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