Once a POTUS quite fond of a thong
Had affairs oh but now it’s gone wrong
As he’s paid for his sex
Grabbed wifes pussies, what’s next?
Maybe faceboook live showing his dong?
Ill allow myself just this one
Once a POTUS quite fond of a thong
Had affairs oh but now it’s gone wrong
As he’s paid for his sex
Grabbed wifes pussies, what’s next?
Maybe faceboook live showing his dong?
He holds her gently
Whispering soft sweet nothings
All part of his plan
He holds her gently
Whispering soft sweet nothings
All part of his plan
ooh naughty
There once was a lass form Doncaster
Who screamed and begged “Baby go faster”
She could not get enough
Of his lovely man stuff
Had a copy of it made of plaster
Holiday romance
Sun, sangria, sweet stranger
Rampant pubic crabs
Holiday romance
Sun, sangria, sweet stranger
Rampant pubic crabs
Dirty fellow…
Once a fellow of scant recollection
Could not recall that he’d had an erection
inside a fresh hot dog bun
He’d accosted a nun
Now he’s locked up for his own protection
warm tender kisses
secret smoker revealing
her mouth tells no lies
warm tender kisses
secret smoker revealing
her mouth tells no lies
he watches her leave
a delight she floats sublime
wife glares, couch tonight
He watches her leave
a delight she floats sublime
wife glares, couch tonight
Of a man and his love for his sheep.
A young shepherd loved poetry deep
Would wax lyrically about his sheep
Though he went way too far
Dressing one in a bra
And then spooning her there in her sleep
Happy Friday!
A poor beauty but so very hot
Wealthy suitors lined up hot to trot
Married rich, left her mums
Now she’s back in the slums
She got fat, he got rid in a shot
he calls her name loud
back arched, the throes of passion
she stirs from her sleep
He calls her name loud
back arched, the throes of passion
she stirs from her sleep
Surprise!
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
he calls her name loud
back arched, the throes of passion
she stirs from her sleep
Just a normal non weird kinda effort
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
Once a placid young chap from Brazil
Snapped, killed his wife with a drill
Said “she would scream and she’d shout
And my patience ran out
As her voice was quite loud and so shrill.”
It’s nearly Friday, chin up
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
There once was a buillder from Leeds
Had no kids as he wonky seeds
and his wife’s now devout
With her belly stuck out
“…Miracle, I’m no trollop” she pleads
Jiggly and squishy
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
candles lit lust thrives
slow undress flesh revealing
pink man boobs heaving
Just loves how it feels on his skin…
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
A Preacher shouts “By God I’m blessed”
Yet at home you would find him cross dressed
French cut panties all lace
Basque pulled taught at the waist
really loves how it shows off his chest
Another day another silly haiku thing…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
Shared bathroom shelving
lotions, potions spill over
single razor blade
Who’d have thought
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
A gym bunny, just one of the boys
Wanted mass so he turned to the ‘roids
As his pecs grew quite thick
He lost sight of his dick
He don’t care ‘cos he flexes with poise
Ill take any reaction on this one..
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
Donald, tanned jabba
Rancid Pepsi cola belch
Touching your granny
I’d not read this eating your tea
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
A young chap thought that he would perhaps
Enjoy butt sex then his sphincter collapsed
Oh my god came the shout
As his insides dripped out
It’s like someone turned on the shit taps
Another day another silly haiku thing…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
Long legged beauty
Slender, shapely, long necked
Dirty giraffe thoughts
Aah that feels better. Not a mention of the seasons or little golden leaf boats or winters icy fingers…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
Lesson well heeded
Never gamble on a fart
Worse first date ever
Dirty dirty man…
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
Once a preacher condemned fornication
And booze, porn, drugs and masturbation
Then was caught by the press
In lipstick, wig and dress
Giving hand jobs to men near the station
I know I know, “Liquor” and “Lick Her” are kind of the same
I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
Heard a tale of a quite horny Vicar
Met a nun and he wanted to lick her
From her head to her shins
Then forgive all her sins
Then smoke fags and do shots of string liquor
Aah that feels better. Not a mention of the seasons or little golden leaf boats or winters icy fingers…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
He watches her leave
His heart is hers, she knows not
Hid in her bushes
Aah that feels better. Not a mention of the seasons or little golden leaf boats or winters icy fingers…
The haiku, so proud, tight, formal. So little saying so much. Mostly though I like to defile them with the ridiculous. Oh, and I know they’re probably Senryu. I struggle with boundaries a bit.
All senses heightened
all I can hear, all I see
Eat with your mouth closed