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The Girl I Married?

A new twist to an old limerick
A vacation I needed with some rest
To ocean I went, stayed at the best
The air was clean
Pretty girls I've seen
They all have such pretty nice chests.

I then met a lovely local lass
Big old titties and cute lil ass
It didn’t need said
We quickly were abed
We fucked till morning did pass.

I screwed her in my hotel room
At night by the light of the moon
I ate her pussy
She cried, Oh goody
I hoped I hadn't come too soon.

The next days a repeat of before
I loved her and wanted her more
And then she said
Why don't we wed
A Parson hitched us for fifty plus four.

We drove home quickly and didn't stop
Then we got pulled over by a cop
I saw what you're do'in
You two were a screw'in
But when your driving, she can't be on top.

Home at last, her clothes she did chuck it
Too tired from the trip she said, Oh fuck it
So in a nighty of red
She's asleep in my bed
Oh, how I love my girl from Nantucket.

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