The unappreciated limerick

Virginia and Bonnie were lovers
And pretty wild under the covers
They each cried aloud
And felt really proud
For becoming accomplished earth movers!
 
Hickory dickory dock.
Joe's libido has quite run amok.
He'd rather be swimmin'
In beautiful women,
But alas, he's alone with his cock.
 
There was a young lady from Derry
Whose vag was exceptionally hairy
Some lovers complained
She should keep it constrained
But every coal mine needs its canary
 
A curious girl wondered how
A hand up her ass would feel now
So she bought herself lube
Squeezed some out from the tube
Her friend’s fist inside was like “wow!”
 
Again, I’m totally confused.

Em
About the last line? Or do you need a map to Derry? ;)
Back in the day, coal miners (and really any kind of miner who went deep underground) would take a canary or other bird with them as a safety precaution. The birds, being smaller, would generally succumb to bad air first, so if they passed out or died, the miners would know they were in deadly peril. A stress test, of sorts.
In the context of the poem, the woman is using her bush to decide whether or not the 'miners' should be allowed in her cave.
But just in case...
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I know about mine canaries - did not make that connection with pubic hair - sorry 👱‍♀️👱‍♀️👱‍♀️

Em
Apologies if my answer was too pedantic, sarcastic, etc. I didn't know how much backstory you required, and it seemed more practical to give too much than not enough.
 
Emily gets frightfully confused
At words that Bamagan‘s used
They don’t correspond
When you are blonde
I know you must all be amused
 
Apologies if my answer was too pedantic, sarcastic, etc. I didn't know how much backstory you required, and it seemed more practical to give too much than not enough.
I don’t know the meaning of enough, hun 😉

Em
 
Inspired by the positivity thread:

Young Emily was quite a disgrace
With cum splashed all over her face
She'd entered to win
the BJ competition
But her pearl necklace was merely third place
 
By day, of science she's fond,
But at night seeks the sexual beyond.
Her morals do founder
With each sweaty encounter.
That's how it is when you're blonde.
 
That Emily, she floats like a bee
It's such a sweet sight to see
When she shows off her flower
I just want to devour
All her delightful, dripping hon-ey!
 
That Emily, she floats like a bee
It's such a sweet sight to see
When she shows off her flower
I just want to devour
All her delightful, dripping hon-ey!
I have a published anthology of my limericks. Maybe I can have a second volume of ones about me 🤣
 
A girl from PA once said, “hun,
I’d really just so have to cum.
Go on fuck me a bit
In my asshole or slit
Then please paint my face when I’m done”

Not fond of “slit” in this context, but too hard to get other things to rhyme
 
A girl from PA once said, “hun,
I’d really just so have to cum.
Go on fuck me a bit
In my asshole or slit
Then please paint my face when I’m done”

Not fond of “slit” in this context, but too hard to get other things to rhyme
You could have had him go for your clit. Or suckle your tit.
 
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