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Click hereThis series of Limericks first appeared on a thread in the Authors’ Hangout forum.
The first ten poems each reduce one of my stories to this familiar format. Links are provided to the source material.
Young Emily wanted to play
But found that her crush was quite gay
She cried on the shoulder
Of a guy who was older
And found he’s a pretty good lay
—
Our Em gets her first taste of bondage
As she’d pushed a fake cock up his passage
She was spanked til was raw
And then tied to a door
Then fucked in her ass deep and savage
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3. Fishing Trip
After Amy and I finished class
The strangest thing happened to pass
She met me at a bar
Drove me home in her car
Then shoved her arm way up my ass
I of course recognize that this will rhyme or not according not only to the reader’s country, bu what part of that country they are from. Apologies that I couldn’t do better with this one.
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4. Club Emily
A predicament for this little miss
She‘s tied-up and whipped with a hiss
She’s stuck on a pole
And the overall goal
Is to then make her drink her own piss
—
Our heroine’s restrained and ready
And spun round while holding her teddy
She takes lots of cum
In her mouth and her bum
Which made her legs feel quite unsteady
—
A BDSM session with Amy
Her crops and her whips meant to pain me
She straps on a cock
That’s hard as a rock
And pounds my tight ass just to train me
—
To wake up one day with a cock
For Emily was quite a shock
But she ended up chillin’
With Jana and Dylan
Then fucked, fucked, fucked, fucked round the clock
—
His dream was to meet her for real
Skin on skin what he wanted to feel
But his cock wasn’t rising
Which was so surprising
Until kissing her turned it to steel
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9. On My Knees
It’s Emily here on my knees
You know I am looking to tease
Change my look change my pose
Let me strip from my clothes
Put your cock in my mouth, pretty please!
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10. Just Do As I Say
My boyfriend is up in the sky
To Europe on business he’ll fly
And I haven’t been good
In the way that I should
I’m sorry, have this JOI
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11. Waking Up
This girl really should still be sleeping
But my stupid phone started bleeping
I’m not smart enough
To turn the thing off
I’m blonde so a “d’oh!” is in keeping
I’m awake now, what rotten luck
And my mind wanders to having a fuck
Should I wake him as well?
Did he not hear my bell?
Perhaps I’ll just give him a suck
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The following two Limericks are about Coleoidphilia, but its genesis, rather than the story itself.
There once was a maid all forlorn
As she had to write tentacle porn
When she’d asked them to choose
Which subject to use
They voted her clothes should be torn
—
There once was a maid all forlorn
As she had to write tentacle porn
But then in the end
She’d an octopus friend
Who filled up her tummy with spawn
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The final two are just random, the last is my personal favorite.
There was a young lady called Miller
Who invited a guy once to drill her
Holding open her butt
She was such a slut
And pleaded the guy just to to fill her
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There once was a girl who said quick
I must write a good Limerick
But she found it quite tough
Wasn’t quite good enough
To think up a last line that rhymed 😬
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@Tail_Gunner - I have to get round to compiling volume two from TP’s thread 😊 Em
Those are fun! ... I'm not generally a poetry guy; but these brought a smile.
.... One writer, one runner to another
Tail_Gunner AKA Levi Coldwater
@ctarrantella - thank you 🙏. I have a bunch of other ones, so maybe a sequel. Em
HAHAHA!
I loved these. You can be such a good sometimes. It's what I love about you, your posts, and the stories I have read! I need to read more of them.
I really enjoy your works!
Counterpart to that (delightful) last one
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m schizophrenic
And so am I
There once was a pirate named Gates
Who thought he could rhumba on skates
He fell on his cutlass
And now he is nutless
And practically useless on dates!
Your sense of humor shines through these little gems. Thank you for an upper, well before my supper(?)
(Not a poet, and I know it.)
Keep 'em comin!
I've always enjoyed limericks since the seventh grade when I wrote an essay about them. So I consider myself something of an amateur expert and Ms. Miller, I like your sexy limericks. 5 stars from me.
There once was a cute author named Miller
Who thought only men could complete her
But she learned she was wrong
She'd been wrong all along
As she found more than cum could fulfill her