Lydia was covered in ink
She always enjoyed racy kink
The art on her back
A fine mademoiselle from Quebec
Decided one day - "What the heck!?"
"I've nothing to lose"
"A few little tattoos"
Baths can be relaxing and fun
And erotic once we’ve begun
Washing each other’s backs
Pay attention to the cracks
"Lesbians eat WHAT!?" he exclaimed
"What do you think?" she coyly declaimed
Kitties - short haired or long
While riding her rabbit one day
By her window, feeling more than okay
A woman passed by
Roses are red
A recurrent theme
Naked bodies entwined
Copious nectar and cream
Rubbing and diddling
All quite delicious
Inspiring lines
Though quite fictitious
Other visions
Pale in contrast
With that of friends
And bodies amassed
A delightful young fellow from Brighton
Has a girl whom he’d like to enlighten
But he came up "short"
And had to abort
'Twas only the sheets did he whiten
While riding her rabbit one day
There once was a lady named Esther
With a recurring sore that would fester
However she scratched it
Reactions were tacit
But i wasn't willing to test 'er.
A delightful young fellow from Brighton
A cute little dish from Sapporo
And well known artiste with a dildo
Would slip it inside
A smooth easy glide
Clients left with a smile and a glow
There once was a lady named Esther
A cute little dish from Sapporo
And well known artiste with a dildo
The women were left with a smile
That was all they wore for awhile
After their all girl orgy
It got rather corny
At least then his tunes would be mellow
He could sing them in the bordello
a two octave range
The creature from the black lagoon
Had a dick that made women swoon
The scales were a problem
Gloria and Adele were spied
With the men they kept on the side
A dick now and then
For a feeling of zen
And the sting of a flaming backside
The creature from the black lagoon
Gloria and Adele were spied
With the men they kept on the side
A dick now and then
She traveled the world on her wits
her charms, her good looks, and her tits.
Always first class
As was her ass
But her blow jobs were really the pits
Akasha was Queen of the Damned
She traveled the world on her wits
her charms, her good looks, and her tits.
Always first class
A shapely young miss who was Haitian
Loved to fuck on any occasion
She preferred Creole sauce
And the sign of the cross
A well-endowed fellow named Frank
Would always use size to pull rank
The smart girls would dodge him
As his boyfriend was Jim
With a sizeable handle to yank
A shapely young miss who was Haitian
Brad's approach to limericks is odd
Some say he is even a sod
Spin the word wheel
Make no sense? No big deal
With attention to themes quite slipshod.
There once was a poet from Slovenia
Brad's approach to limericks is odd
Some say he is even a sod
Spin the word wheel
Lily Marlene haunted the streets of Montmartre
By the lamplight she chanted her mantra
From I'm not that kida girl
But I'll give it a whirl
There is no saving the stanza
Brad's approach to limericks is odd
Lily Marlene haunted the streets of Montmartre
By the lamplight she chanted her mantra
She only gave blow jobs to vegans
Those who eat meat, she only hands
Preferring the taste
While remaining chaste
And joyfully working that glans
A woman living near Youngstown
She only gave blow jobs to vegans
Those who eat meat, she only hands
Preferring the taste
There was a hooker in New York
Who thoroughly enjoyed her work
Her tools of the trade
A dildo to aid
If he didnt quite have enough pork
She only gave blow jobs to vegans
There was a hooker in New York
Who thoroughly enjoyed her work
Her tools of the trade
Maryanne and Ginger vied for the Captain
Dancing to music by Clapton
Gilligan looking on
Marooned on a lone desert isle,
No one to share her lovely smile
