A madam with attitude sunny
Found a lad on her stoop looking funny.
Asked him, "Whaddya want?"
The youngster said, "Cunt",
So she said to him, "Show me the money."
When the little guy pulled out one dollar
She said, "For that, no whore's a baller."
Confused, he said, "What?"
She replied, "Won't buy twat
But for 50 cents more, I will swaller."
This limerick reminds me of a time when I was 17, and this little 12-year-old kid in my neighborhood whom I used to babysit came by my house one day and asked if I was a virgin. I said, "I don't think I like where you're going with this." Well, sure enough, the little punk wanted to do the wild thing with me, but I told him that I'm not a pedophile and I'm not interested and he'd better go home because I think I hear his mommy calling him home for supper. The nerve of that imp! (that shrimp!) That's probably why I am not a cougar, never have been, never will be! Ever since that day, even men my own age always seemed... infantile!
ReplyDeleteHmmmm... "infantile" seems a bit harsh, so, let's go with "juvenile."
DeleteYou've left us hanging... WERE you a virgin (asked Phil with puerility)?
ReplyDelete"With puerility"? Ha! More like "with audacity"!
ReplyDeleteWell, if you must know, the answer is 'yes.' In fact, I was well into my twenties before that status changed (yes, I was a late bloomer)
Now I bet you're going to ask (with puerility, of course), "Did you wait so long because you were shy, scared, incapable, uninterested, or waiting for someone who was worthy?"
You lose that bet, Suz.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't pry further with a 10-inch pole. (Not even with my 5" one.)