Now, don’t press me with why I say this. I’m not altogether a dirty-minded thinking kinda person but I’m, well, learning about life other than I know it and I’ll have to sit down to let the birds and bees outta the bag later. Be patient, if you will. I need to nose around a bit more and get the skinny. Just so you know, I’m about getting the skinny and then passing it on. In the meantime, Don in Massachusetts and Red said they wanted more
dirty talk limericks. So again, here we go…
So that she’d never sleep alone,
Janie invited stranger men to her home.
They romped in the sack all night;
Had bitter coffee at the break of light.
Come nightfall, the seedy side of town, she’d roam.
There was a woman named Julie I once knew -
To speak of bed partners, oh she had a few.
She reeled them in with the lusciousness of her ass,
Of which these horny men could never pass.
In her little black book, it counted one hundred and two.
Ms Caroline was starched and oh, so prude;
Her current beau couldn’t get her in the mood.
To those goods between her legs, she held tight;
The frustrated beau fought in his dreams at night.
Little was it known, Ms Caroline went doggie for a man named Jude.
It was apparent the marriage had gone south;
The little wifey refused particular things with her mouth.
She cringed to see it bulging from his pants -
This caused Husband to storm into rants.
He ended up purchasing certain favors on Tenth and Strouth.
It was no secret that Jacob Hartup was on a quest-
You’d see him beat his meat on the corner of Fifth and West.
So desperate he was to find a hole and poke;
But women all laughed him off as a horrible joke -
Told his fool ass to keep fucking himself if he wanted some sex.