These damn limericks need slickness,
And require too much mental quickness . . .
~~~
An extended Las Vegas play date
Was Ms. Claudia’s husband’s new fate.
The piercing, it seems,
didn’t cause his big screams;
’twas the fifteen pound testicle weight.
Kimba, our girl from down under,
Has recently started to wonder
If her big purple toy
(the one shaped like a boy)
Was a sex-shoppe purchasing blunder
(and if she can get a refund-er!)
A new dominatrix named Kate
Was breaking a new subby-mate;
When she asked how he fared
he said he was scared,
But her caning technique was first-rate.
The sweet charms of our Ms. La fille
Are writ on her blog now, you see.
When the gentlemen beg
her to show them some leg,
She always replies “Oh, mais oui!”
For Ms. Bonnie, the change in the weather
Means she’s looking for gear made of leather;
And, you can be sure
lined with kangaroo fur;
And trimmed out in platypus feather.
Alternative Journeyist, “E”
Has a vision of how good life could be;
Not a sexual dystopia,
But a Femdomme Utopia,
(Hey, d’you have a spot open for me?)
~~~
Okay, okay,
that’s enough for today;
Or they’ll be stuck in my head like a sickness.
Oh Tom, I do declare… I’m all flattered and flustered. Merci tellement! Tu es trop gentil, mon ami. 🙂
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LFM flustered? Sacre Bleu! 😉
(Et vous êtes très gentil, vous-même ! Merci de me donner l’inspiration)
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WOOT!
A limerick just for me! Bless!
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I have to admit.. I did like my pome
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Oh my…you got a whoop and a giggle out of me witht hat. Thanks!!! I LOVE when you do poetry.
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Tom… what have you been drinking lately..? Are you on a revised diet?
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There one was a plumber named Lee
Who was plumbing a girl by the sea
She said you’d better stop plumbing
There’s somebody coming
I know, said the plumber, it’s me!
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Gillette, a hard-working hooker
Was such an enchanting good looker,
There were fights ‘mongst the fuzz
Over whose turn it was
To pinch her, and frisk her, and book her.
Garry, (from a reliable source)
Was caught having sex with his horse.
When asked if his fare
was a stallion or mare
Said “A mare – I’m not queer, of course!”
George – I love that one!
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Platypus “feather”????
Damn. Always knew those sneaking beasts could fly….
(from another leather clad Aussie, lol)
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Yeah, those damn platypus feathers.
Just a little of that poetic license that they’re always talking about.
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These poems are great! Was hoping it was a regular Friday Feature, but I guess it isn’t. Was thinking about adding this site to my small “Blogs Read” lists, but….
Not sure if you’d want to be either “Lovely Dommes” or “Sexy, Snarky, Foodie”. Guess I need to make a new category. “Other Male Pervs” perhaps?
as
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Art – If you call them “poems” then you’re going to get a caning from Bitchy. They’re limericks, and some people find them distasteful and inane.
Fortunately, most of the people who think that are too stuck-up to be reading this blog.
I don’t know about them being a regular Friday feature. I just into these moods and out they come; it’s like I have no control over it.
A femdommy blogger named Art,
Was blogging his femdommy part,
When struck by the mood
to write about food
Which is a double entendering tart.
See what I mean?
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Sorry I’m late to the post….hectic couple weeks in my life.
I’m insanely flattered to be the subject of limericks by Mr. Edge. (Or possible just a tad insane, you never know.)
Thank you. And you are welcome in any utopia of mine, anytime.
hugs, E
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If I went around caning everyone who annoyed me I’d have a right bicep like a beachball
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If I went around caning everyone who annoyed me I’d have a right bicep like a beachball
Lucky for you, then, that I live on this side of the pond, eh?
Especially ‘cos you’d really be annoyed if you saw an entire page devoted to such nonsense.
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Hmmm. The one about me really really sucked. Guess they can’t all be gems.
as
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The one about me really really sucked. Guess they can’t all be gems.
You get what you pay for, Art
😉
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