- Erotic Poetry
- Limerick Battle Challenge
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Click hereGreetings, illiterate cattle
You are challenged to limerick battle
If you take up the fight
Then you're high as a kite
Your lame verse will be your death rattle
Wannabe poets of Lit
Show us your weak lim'rick shit
Best me or die trying
Or run from me, crying
Your wannabe fate has been writ
Post your desultories here
I'll try, if I can, not to sneer
Then I'll join in the fight
And laugh with delight
As I slay you with my lim'rick spear
- COMMENTS
enbiji7 months agoAuthorJuanTwoNo rhymes like a song
Never a lyric that's wrong
But I need intrumentation
During my masturbation
I'll pluck the tune on my pink thong 💘
JuanTwoNo7 months ago:-D
Forsooth! A challenge to rise!
With cheeky disdain in her eyes
Expecting, no doubt
All comers to clout,
She's in for a Iimerick surprise.
enbiji8 months agoAuthorAnonymous, lay off the meth
Makes you rant and it gives you bad breath
Your words, a sick vortex
From your damaged cortex
You're boring my readers to death
Anonymous8 months agoShe thinks she’s a little haughty
Juicing and cubing and snotty
Lust look at her mouth
And you better doubt
I’m fuckin this bitch when she’s craving
Cravin shavin blaming haven wacky shavin
Little puss rush and crammed
Studying a little constellation on the fly
O bitch don’t die I’m thirsty and fly
and you ha bin butt cheeekin
still freakin
down back and it’s beaking
cock stuck and it’s cleaning
I hop and I’m cheating
(not cheating
just beating
so close
I’m a heathen)
o gawd your still breathing. Swy
enbiji8 months agoAuthorEtcetera's got the spirit
Send me your rhymes, please don't fear it
Rule #1
It's meant to be fun
If your rhyme's any good I won't spear it
Anonymous8 months agoA girl who was shaking her spear
instilled me delightful fear
her spear was her rhyme
worth every dime
not paid but so dear
