Fellatio Limericks
There was an old geezer from Kent
Who liked to fellate during Lent
He'd seek out the girls
The ones who had curls
He never did pay them a cent
The was a crazed mullah from Ur
Who harboured a fetish for fur
He'd skin a young sable
Lay it flat on the table
And lay fatwas upon its allure
There was a hip gal from the Bronx
Who diddled a roomful of monks
She took off their robes
Whilst tonguing their lobes
Wanna bet on how many she bonks?
I've never known anything odder
Than smearing ones privates with fodder
A fetish for silage?
Or looking for mileage
In standing in pigswill to prod her?
I've never seen anyone stranger
Than the cross-dressing short Texas Ranger
His heels, though they're tall,
Would cause him to fall
But still he has no sense of danger
| Contributors: | Nym, F, Francine, tonedear, Beefy, tonedeaf, Kansas Sam, snood, Anon.. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd July 2003. |