When speaking in public one ought to
Stand up, be brief, and shut up, sorta
Know your subject and be enthusiastic
Be easy to listen to, not bombastic
Avoid topics even slightly
A Lady ducked under the table
She developed a thing for molasses
She liked licking it off of girls’ asses
To hell with blood sugar
Tom wore an old grey sweater
Watching her get wetter and wetter
Sheila just loved to suck tits
Full nips were as good as it gets
She drank tequila and pondered the universe
Entertaining thoughts oh so perverse
Her eyesight became dim
When he tickled her rim
Driving her hips in reverse
A cowboy from out in the west
She likes her men witty and sly
Their senses of humor quite wry
A quick tongue enjoyed
When properly employed
Hard to find with standards so high
A woman of some ill repute
She likes her men witty and sly
Their senses of humor quite wry
A quick tongue enjoyed
“I’m a bit of a screamer,” she said
As she rolled off the side of his bed.
“When aroused the most,
I dont mean to boast"
"I'm a bit of a screamer" she said
"Don't be surprised or mislead"
While strolling through a field of flowers
The Wiccan girl assessed her powers
To conjure a spell
A sophisticated lady named Moll
Once had a very close call
She was so huggable, such a sweet tart
Everyone agreed she was a sweetheart
Honey dripped from her lips
She had thirteen ladies to tea
Wife of the well-known Marquis
He popped in for a chat
With the ladies he sat
A few he took over his knee
The Marquis de Sade was a clever man
She had thirteen ladies to tea
Wife of the well-known Marquis
A lady of the night she was now
Serving men and women alike, and how!
Her fame it was spreading
For trouble she was heading
Some requests she couldnt allow
A wench from a village in Surrey
She took him to the Tower of Terror
He, Saint Andrew’s Cross a wearer.
The plunge was deep
Enough to weep
She took him to the Tower of Terror
He, Saint Andrew's Cross a wearer
When Minnie finally let him climax
He moaned and groaned in limerick syntax
Thrusts in anapestic cadence
It’s a small world after all
And Mickey had some damn gall
Minnie tied him to the rafters
With rope and sticky plasters
Supervised by our friend, Moll.
When Minnie finally let him climax
Once upon a time in Disney
Mickey took Minnie over his knee
She liked it too much
Squeaked as she clutched
Then Minnie went out for some fun
Satisfaction not nearly begun
Once Minnie awoke the next morn
She logged into Lush and read porn
With toys at her side
When Minnie came home from her trysts
There were sometimes rope burns on her wrists
Both cheeks were quite pink
Which gave her pause to think
What else was there on my "to do" list?
Once Minnie awoke the next morn
When Minnie came home from her trysts
There were sometimes rope burns on her wrists
Both cheeks were quite pink
With knickers pushed down to her knees
Bent over and ready to please
She walked all alone in the rain
With thoughts of the last time she came
To woo or to screw, a dilemma
Should it be a girl or a fella?
Perhaps a sweet kitty
With a nice pair of titties
But a cock makes me sing a capella
A lad of dubious intent
To woo or to screw, a dilemma
Should it be a girl or a fella?
Perhaps a sweet kitty
She is sexy in boy-shorts and socks
Nipple clips, chains and dreadlocks
Shaved clean and slick
