Litmerick

[drown]

peripheral ones salivated
whilst ones 'in the know' masturbated
with screen-eyes aglue....

not a word though was true


all drama at lit is created​

 

[FifthFlower]

About Truth

not a word though was true
​

All great truth is both wicked and nice
Like her ass melting off his pure ice,
Like her legs, watch them spread
Lying back on his bed,
Since they said she could make him cream twice.

 

[FifthFlower]

Even Creepy Ones Like to Look

He's a creep, but he stares like the rest
Of the guys who explore her big chest.
"Only touch with your eyes,
Or you'll get a surprise!"
They're not real, but they look like the best.

 

[FifthFlower]

What's the Point of Big Boobs If You Don't Want Guys to Look?

They are bulging, those breasts that she bought,
From her chest, the way all good breasts ought.
So then why does she whine
When their eyes on her shine
From their heads to her tits where they're caught?

 

[FifthFlower]

The Consequences of Not Spending Time With His Wife

He enjoyed spending time with his whore,
Though his wife said she needed him more
Till she found her a lecher,
Let said lecher catch her,
And opened for him her wet door.

 

[sensualquills]

The Lecher did spread her legs wide
And oh what great moisture he spied!
He did sink down below!
As she cried OH, OH!!
While lapping the other man's bride

 

[FifthFlower]

The lecher enjoyed her fine treat,
And the wife loved the way he could eat.
When he rose up to kiss
Her sweet face, full of bliss,
He continued the job with his meat.

 

[sensualquills]

I like a lecher who knows how to grind
A woman who’s willing to share her ...mind
I have a new spin
On lecherous sin
And it's the most explicit kind!

 

[FifthFlower]

Testing

When he kissed her, he said she's the best.
With each thrust, he pushed deeper to test
If she's really that good--
"Oh, my god!" says she could
Be much better than all of the rest.

 

[FifthFlower]

Actually Everthing Is Fine

In the fall of our lives, though we're strong,
We think back as if something went wrong,
Or went not quite as we
Would have thought it would be,
And death waits, since it now won't be long.

 

[FifthFlower]

Just Complicating Things

She is crying. He found out. "It's true."
She got lucky. Now what should she do?
Should she say it was bad
Though she knew she was glad
When she felt that stiff pecker pop through?

I am pregnant. Now what should we do?
He don't want me. All I have is you--
But that baby is his--
I am sure, since he is
So much better than you when we screw.

 

[FifthFlower]

In Praise of Leinenkugel's Big Butt

With a couple big mugs of Big Butt
At 5 per cent alcohol, what
He would want, despite lies,
As he looks in her eyes,
Is to couple with beer in his gut.

 

[FifthFlower]

Who Knows What Is Best?

It is best for you both no one knows
Though your lust is a weed that still grows.
Such mistrust is a curse
That is still not as worse
As to know where your friend's semen flows.

 

[FifthFlower]

As Long As I Smile When I Strip My Men Don't Care What I Think

Some poets like whining in prose,
Biting hard, but what bites is she knows:
"Sweetie, your men don't care--
Bitching here, bitching there--
Simply smile when you take off your clothes."

 

[FifthFlower]

Typical Neanderthal

That Neanderthal guy that I've got
Likes to dream being well hung and hot,
Tells my girlfriends to stay
For a hearty, quick lay,
Which they do, since they like him a lot.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

There was a young man from Gwent
Whos prick was exceedingly bent
To save on suprises
He put it in sideways
And instead of coming he went.

 

[FifthFlower]

Another Typical Neanderthal One

My Neanderthal wife told the priest,
"Watch it rise while your eyes on me feast!"
Though he wanted our son,
It's my wife who got done,
But I'm not sure who's Beauty, who's Beast.

 

[FifthFlower]

Stroke

When I write, some complain, "That's just stroke,"
Though the guys that I've done also poke,
Push and pull, in and out,
Grunt and cream, groan and shout.
When I'm done, their whole sperm bank is broke.

 

[FifthFlower]

Typical Neanderthal Lover

My Neanderthal lover is sweet.
When I sit on his face, can he eat!
And he comes when I call.
No Viagra at all
Need be taken to stiffen his meat.

 

[FifthFlower]

Good and Bad Poetry

Bad poetry drives out the good,
Since it's stupid and happy and would
Likely say something true.
That, no good one should do,
Though the good would be bad if it could.

 

[sophieloves]

remec, remec, a small 'borrow' and adjustment with those first two lines of yours. lol. i know that christmas poem well!


a limerick can be a slick
piece of wording or just a sharp stick
to poke in one's eye
when our muse has run dry
and our poohs more reluctant than bricks

 

[UnderYourSpell]

If you're going to be clever online
Remember to sort out what's fine
To rhyme it is crazy
Or my case just lazy
Not your way but still it is mine.

 

[drown]

an unexplained absence, had she
her friends wondered where she could be
she'd...
pop in
then pop out
which left in no doubt

our girl'd been seduced by gb​

 

[FifthFlower]

The Niece Is Cute

She was pretty and caught all the eyes
As they stared from her breasts to her thighs,
But her husband was hot
For her niece till they got
Caught in bed wrapped in sheer lacy lies.

 

[Tarakin]

I've changed one I know from school, so the credit or blame is not mine altogether:

There once was a lady called bright
she was much faster than light
she fucked one day
in a relative way
and did cum in the previous night.