A limerick about flatulence fetish perhaps?

It is Monday after all. Just about. It just about rhymes. Kinda.

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Eproctophilia out in the garden

met a flatulent lass “Beg your pardon”

She proclaimed, did a toot

He breathed in her bum fruit

And it gave him a fart fuelled huge hardon

Look I know, takes some effort reading it but it just kind of slipped out.  Reminded me of the time I did those haiku about fetishes and then when I was teaching in that time and left the research on the laptop when I plugged in in front of about twenty 10 year olds.

Haiku

Just a normal haiku. Makes me feel a little dirty to be honest with you.

Rains turn autmn rust

and withering falll from bough

under foot to die


 

Oh I really don’t know about that.  I even had to google ‘bough’.  I mean I had to sit and consider the beauty of nature, how it made me feel, what emotions it evokes.  That’s a lot of effort.

Far easier just rhyming Cock, sock and rock for a dirty limerick I reckon.