As I noted last time, this month is thanks to my cousin Amanda!
An Unsatisfying Limerick
She cried out her passion was writ
Just under the hood of her clit,
But listen he did not,
Just pulled out his cock,
And she didn’t like it one bit.
As I noted last time, this month is thanks to my cousin Amanda!
An Unsatisfying Limerick
She cried out her passion was writ
Just under the hood of her clit,
But listen he did not,
Just pulled out his cock,
And she didn’t like it one bit.
As so decreed by my cousin Amanda (of the excellent blog, Plausible Prosetry).
Her poem for today (a limerick) is here: https://amandasobierajski.wordpress.com/2015/06/30/u-r-my-typus/
And my poem for today is this one, below. (Amanda’s writing one every day, but I’m writing only as many as I can manage this month.)
Whilst trying to sleep and failing.
Magpie sitting on the balcony rail
Squawking to raise the dead.
Wonder if he’d change his tune
If I let the cat out?