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Click hereNews just breaking. A section of Pervert’s Corner in the crypt of Westminster Abbey in London, England has been set aside for Literotica poets. Correction. That should have read: Poet’s Corner.
[Source: Associated Prose]
Here are some proposed headstone inscriptions.
~~~~~
Syndra Lynn
Never WANTED to sin.
Her true goal was love.
Too late now; she’s above.
Before he died, My Erotic Tale
Developed a dubious taste for the flail.
His only driving life’s ambition:
To make just one more little submission.
Here lies Uncle Pervey.
He was rather too curvy,
He thought. If only his poetic fate
Could have been to write with a little less weight.
This stone marks boxlicker
Who, if he’d been quicker,
Could have buggered a duck till
It’s quacks turned to a dactyl.
Poor Wanton Vixxxen
Had tits that badly needed fixing
She made the mistake of thinking that her local doctors
Could treat her infeasibly massive pair of knockers.
Here lies the cult poet ishtat
Buried in only his bush hat
He’d waltzed his Matilda all over the place
But no longer will she squat on his face.
Trent_Dutch
Did’na hay’ much;
But a glass of scotch whisky
Soon made him feel frisky.
RIP nice girl ~Hellbaby~
She wrote the smuttiest filth, while waiving her fee,
Including, one can hardly believe,
A clever haiku called by her ‘Eve’.
Here lies DCpoet don
And near his grave, her knees upon,
His wife, remembering the feeling
When she was on her back and he was kneeling.
Tathagata
Wore a garter
Halfway up a sexy thigh,
Making other poets sigh.
Wicked Eve had thighs as well;
They used to make my penis swell.
If she still lived, I’d be her pimp;
But she’s long gone, so now I’m limp.
Evelyn_carroll
Was as round as a barrel;
Ah, but the reason couldn’t easily be missed:
Evelyn was always completely pissed.
Hic!
LOL so well done! what a wit you are!
"Before he died, My Erotic Tale
Developed a dubious taste for the flail.
His only driving life’s ambition:
To make just one more little submission."
AND AIN'T THIS ONE THE TRUTH FOR SURE..... MAKE THAT LAST SUBMISSION ARTY!! LOL IT'LL BE BARE BOTTOM RESORTS~ CHAPTER 3,000,000,000!! LOL
AGAIN~great job very well done and funny as hell!
that tath was a chick. (sorry monkey) Anyway, cute poem. :)
Before he died, My Erotic Tale
Developed a dubious taste for the flail.
His only driving life’s ambition:
To make just one more little submission.
I can't die yet, I haven't obtained the true (green) 'E'nlightenment and Art of submission yet...<chuckleboned> I 'have' with stories but, now my quest lives in poetry ...I can't die yet...ha ha ha I haven't gotten a green 'E' ...<laughing>
very humorous, clever and enjoyable read...I bet your a blast at the BALL `...hehehehe thanks E~
for the kind words. And this:
Tathagata
Wore a garter
Halfway up a sexy thigh,
Making other poets sigh.
I would pay well to see this.
~Syn
not that I'd mind wearing a garter for certain sexual scenarios...but my thighs aren't really sexy unless i shave them.and then it clashes with my goatee
: D
"THE ASSOCIATED PROSE NEWS WIRE HAS JUST RECEIVED AN UPDATE: WANTON VIXXXEN HAS JUST READ THE HEADSTONE INSCRIPTIONS FOR THE LITEROTICA POET'S CORNER AND HAS BEEN ON THE PHONE WITH THE OLD COUNTRY DOC CANCELLING THE BOOB REDUCTION SHE WAS SCHEDULED TO HAVE DONE. SOURCES INTIMATELY CLOSE TO THE POET HAVE EXPRESSED THEIR PERSONAL ULTERIOR MOTIVATED, SELFISH, DROOLING, PANTING, BARKING, WHIMPERING, WHINING, SOBBING RELIEF RELATING TO HER RECENT DECISION. WE HAVE BEEN TOLD SHE IS UNAVAILABLE FOR COMMENT AT THIS TIME.
SHE IS UP TO HER TRIPLE DDD'S GAGGING AND CHAINING UP SAID SOURCES.
{WELL DONE, EVELYN! I'M STILL LMAO.