A bit of fun for the weekend: think of an SH member and craft a finely-penned limerick about them.
It has to rhyme (ish) but not necessarily be accurate :rascal:
The was a young lady called Nola
Who liked all the chaps to roll her
It sometimes got messy
But never too stressy
and she guaranteed all batters could bowl her.
Resonance please let me make clear,
Is still indubitably here,
For your answers I seek,
With a search button weak,
It's probably going to take me all year.
There was a young lady called Sassy
Who really was kind of classy
She hitches her skirt
When she feels like a flirt
And shows all the lads her fine chassis
Limericks I can't
Spring inspires my lack of cant-
Will a haiku do?
An un-named man from a Swinging site
Who used to go dogging with delight
He got caught out
with his cock hanging out
By the Police out on patrol one night
Nolas post inspires my muse
It's not a form I often use
The sexy avatar
Makes her a star
And I often admire her other views
There once was a lady called Busty.
Can make anyone fill up with lusty.
Cause of her wonderous Bust.
With one wink of the eye.
Can make the devil quite shy.
And her heart filled with so much love.
For all that she knows and she shows.
With lips that fit all like a glove.
There was a young woman from Dicker
And she liked her cock slightly thicker
She put lubes on her pubes
And oils up her tubes
She said, 'It gets them in quicker'.
A young siren called Noladreams,
Is rather attractive it seems,
When sat on my knee
My pants filled with glee,
And stretched to unpop all my seams.
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Oh Fem4Taboo is her name,
and Cornwall the realm of domain,
Her posts are insightful,
Her pics quite delightful,
I do hope she questions me again.
There once was a man named Kent
Whose wick was exceedingly bent
To save himself trouble
He had it bent double
And instead of coming, he went!
Not my own work either, but I thought it most apt:
On the internet they found romance,
That put both in a sexual trance,
But each had a gripe,
That it's hard to type,
With a hand stuck down in your pants.
There was a young lady named Nola
Who invited me into her gondola,
We got naked and sweaty,
Then ate some spaghetti,
Then read a poem by Zola.
Mollman has a long lovely cock
His music tastes lean towards rock
When it comes to writing a rhyme
His style doesn't make him shine
But he holds the key to my heart's only lock.
There was a lady called bouncy
Went with a bloke couldn't count see
he told her he had over seven
bouncy thought she'd be in heaven
But in fact he had only a three
There was a lady called Cherry
Was known to have to much and get merry
So one fine day day
in a pub so they say
drank all the shorts bar the sherry
A man claiming to be Random Orbit
was found out to be Ronnie Corbett
a rubber skirt and piercing eyes
wasn't a good enough disguise
Cux the Sunday Sport saw right through it
There once was a lady named Boney
Who loved a Sicilian called Tony
He wasn't well blessed
But kept her impressed
With use of a large pepperoni
There once was a man they called flower
Got caught out with a bloke in the shower
he let out a shout
decided to come out
Now he's gone to work for gay power.
The lady we know as bonedigger
Once looked at most cocks with a snigger
Until herself she had to pinch
A guy showed her 12 inch
Now she wants one even bigger
The lady of lucyandmike
went to work on her trusty old trike
Had a little bash
lost a wheel in the crash
And came home not on a trike but a bike
There was a Mod they call Cube
Was so addicted to the big boob
when ladies sat on his knee
He felt them up with glee
and ended up with more of a tube than a cube
A woman we know called Wench
liked kneeling on a park bench
the doggers would come
try putting one up her bum
but they'd always fail when wench clenched
There was a hot woman of Wales
Who liked to suck men by their tails
When she was asked why
She said "vs?}pg$hb %jkg@b*gh"
That ill-mannered trollop of Wales!
In homage to my favourite phrase of the year so far:
A pineapple, cum-eating gayer
Attracted a scorpion slayer
His extreme arrogance
Was looked at askance
So he's banished, that cum-eating gayer!
It’s terribly sad about Lucy;
She’s addicted to forums, you see.
When not doing that
You’ll find her in chat
- No wonder her profile’s so juicy!
If you hear someone singing (then groans),
Or you glimpse a flat cap ‘midst old crones,
Or while in a car park
Spot a bike in the dark,
Don’t worry – it’s just Harry Jones!
Once in a town lived fem4taboo
Who was so damn sexy its true
Out for the night on the prowl
She made all the men look up and growl
I know cuz I was one growling there too
Swinging is like a chance game
No two games being the same
It all comes down to pot luck
finding the right people to f*ck
If you don't then its a bit of a shame
Oh Cherry that was soooo funny!
