As a Painted Ship
 

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

-- Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Read the Poem Here


Ever felt like this? I did. But now I have sprung into action! Woohoo! Let the games begin!

oh please.. poems @ GFY
come on

Well, I do know one that my father taught me...

There once was a maid from Madras,
Who had a very fine ass -
Not rounded and pink
As your dirty minds think,
But was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.

Is that more to your taste?

albatross for lunch?

a rabbit perhaps? a donkey? :winkwink:

Where's that ****** who was talkin shit?
He don't come around no more, because I fucked his bitch
I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezing her tits
Then I hit it from behind, gripped tight on those hips

:karaoke

LOL, I love limericks. I used to write them, haven't done so in years though.

K that's even dirtier than mine! What has happened to my pretty little thread?

It seems to have been hijacked :Graucho
Here's a limerick by Stephen Fry:

There once was a lecher named Ted
who was totally useless in bed
when parting a bush
he'd fumble and push
and screw the poor mattress instead