When Adam first stood before Eve She found it was hard to believe That his bone could bring life So he showed his new wife Just how easy it was to conceive.
If only we'd world 'nuff and time This coyness, my dear, were no crime But since I can hear Time's winged footsteps draw near Let's get on with it -- your place or mine?
My true love's first present to me Was a partridge upon a pear tree By the end of the season He'd gone past all reason Who'll remove this brouhaha from me?
I wrote these two Yeatsian ones a few years ago; I forget what prompted them. Note: The correct pronunciation of Parnell puts the stress on the first syllable.
Come drink to a proud man called Parnell As mourning bells ring out their far knell None purer, nor fairer, Than his love for Eire— Than his love for Kit, none more carnal I once loved a lady named Maud Gone away now with a fraud I’ll sing my confusions With classic allusions And stop quick before you get bored
[Raak] Hidden textAh, is it as much gibberish as it seems?
We three Kings of Orient are With gifts we have travelled afar Through field and past fountain 'Cross moor and o'er mountain We're following that bloody star!
To write dirty limericks you need Dictionaries in which you will read Dirty words that will match A word rhyming with "snatch" If you’re filthy like us you'll succeed!
We sailed so nice in a gentle breeze Sun was setting and life was at ease You were humming a song, But not before long, You were fast asleep, head on my knees.
When I see her my soul flies anew. Oh tell me, just what must I do? Should I finally mention, My lifelong intention Which was strigine; to whit, to woo!