mc5 - The Obligatory Limericks Game

Ever gets to touch me just there! Oh, the satire of it all.

I ache for the touch of your lips (dear)

But much more for some good fish and chips (sorry)

smothered in salt

snorgle

and vinegar malt

Wol

rubbed in wounds that are left by your whips. accepting Kim's invitation

I stimulate this piece of dough