A girl I know rides motorbikes
That is one of her favorite likes
I see her in leathers,
start thinking of tethers,
When you finish the limerick the fun begins,
no losers, everyone wins,
Roses are red,
we post just for fun,
and if it won't rhyme,
we add extra words and turn it into a thing that is in no way a poem but will run and run and run.
Moll is the one who decides
To play the games or go on the rides
Oh but her ride is fun
When she chooses to run
on a treadmill with vibe deep inside.
There was a Lush lady, Adele,
legs open, bare pussy, moisture glistening, open lips inviting touch or taste.
Do you really need telling?
No panties, skirt shorter than short, I perched on the bar stool
Unfortunately, that means one less player in the game.
Roses are red,
friends leaving will hurt,
but I notice a new voice,
belonging to a flirt.
AABBA is the scheme
Perhaps someone can find a meme
To show how it rhymes
As its been done for all times,
but how many times by a team?
The weekend has vanished so fast,
isn't guessing rather risky?
Roses are red,
Ping's risking a lot,
insulting our Lynn,
Who we all know is hot!
That's what I love,
about this game,
there's always someone,
to take the blame.
Karen and Ginger switch places
After exchanging tender embraces
Moll slips her way into the mix,
sees her chance to enjoy some licks.
Roses are red,
my mood's sometimes black.
I hope no-one minds,
if I now come back?
When I start feeling down,
I become a real bitch,
but after a while,
I get the Lush itch.
I miss the teasing,
the fun and the jokes,
I even admit,
to missing the blokes.
There was a Canadian named Ping
He liked to play with his "thing"
He tugged and he pulled
And with it he fooled,
'til his wrist ended up in a sling.
The weekend is here once again.
I have generally found most men only have one pair. Or am I thinking of something else?
I have generally found most men only have one pair. Or am I thinking of something else?
We all dream of pretty pudenda
It seems to head most men's agenda,
On John Norman's Counter-Earth planet of Gor, if you have never read any of his books, try one. You will want all the others.
Roses are red,
When porn mags were the rage,
I twice got turned down,
for the Reader's wives page.
Back then Polaroid,
Instant cameras were viewed,
as the only real option,
for snapping one nude.
My ex took the photos,
we posted them all,
to a mag's reader's wives page,
but my tits were too small.
My naked rude poses,
did not make the cut,
we might have done better,
with pics of my butt.
are we still talking about bait?
Roses are red.
no-one told me,
today's dedicated
to getting at G.
Ms Wild has men panting and lusting,
quite often, their pants they're adjusting,
Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie
Chances for flirting abound
RB can be very profound
Profound? ...wait....what???
That's a fine knot!
Let's take the rope up and around.
The day is so warm and so sunny,
