He-she me?
A limerick often is dirty
Involving some woman's who's flirty
Or else some horndog
With a chauvinist hog
Usually, it ain't very purty
Let us humour you now with a sample
A really filthy example
About a young maid
Who inserted a spade
Between her two bosoms most ample
The shovel was joined by a pitchfork
Which made it quite tough to talk
Her M.O. was special
In her breast I would nestle
And then her "thingy" I'd cork
I was once passing time in a bar
When I spotted a Hollywood star
She had silicon breasts
But hadn't confessed
Didn't matter; she drove a Jaguar
She seemed like a nice sort of gal
Not just a "piece" but a pal
I reached down to fondle
But thought "Mitochondral
She's a "he", she isn't a "Sal"!
But then I thought, oh, what the heck
And invited her out to the deck
She followed me there
And got herself bare
Then offered the nape of her neck
At that moment I started to choke
For I'm not a bloodthirsty bloke
My fangs too blunt
I much prefer c...front
So I reached in my drawer for a toke
And here is the moral of the story
The next time your lust isn't gory
Just take it in stride
Go along for the ride
And enjoy your he/she pal whorey
Contributors: | N, F, K8, Porsha, smrtypnts, Anon., archaeopteryx. |
Poem finished: | 14th August 2003. |