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Written by fellpony
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07 July 2008 |
It must be raining all over the world - here we are writing limericks, while the carriage driving list is discussing nude harness cleaning and the skinning of mythical beasts to make seat covers.
The Evils Of Drink
A limerick
A vending attendant called Trott
told her lover, “You drunken old sot!
I’ve had quite enough
of you trying to stuff
a marshmallow into my slot!”
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Written by Phil (7169 comments posted) 7th July 2008 | Ah - more smut - more joy! What a sticky poem. Now that's what 'space for sale' could be used for - not porn - just outrageous smut.
And I was a little worried about the content of the one I left for John. I even toned it down. You naughty girl!
The joy of smutty limericks is that there are so many words for 'your bits' that there is no problem finding a rhyme.
Enjoyed.
Phil
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Written by Veronica_Milvus (794 comments posted) 7th July 2008 | marshmallow?
hmmmm.... what a vivid imagination... | Sue
Written by Brett (1113 comments posted) 7th July 2008 | Words fail me - almost.
How wonderfully depraved. Is it time to worry about so many of us, or should we worry that we don't always write like this?
Cheers | Waaaaah!
Written by Katanga (1698 comments posted) 7th July 2008 | Oh yes, Sue . . .
No more to add - still chortling!
Cheers!
John X | tsk tsk!!
Written by fellpony (1821 comments posted) 8th July 2008 | | What a lot of filthy minds! It's about sweeties and vending machines, I tell you! |
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