When you come right down to it, there are not that many rhymes for "eunuch". The only geographical name that fits is the city of Munich. By the way, my source is THE LIMERICK, edited by G. Legman. So, one more time...

There was a young soldier from Munich

Whose penis hung down past his tunic,

And their chops girls would lick

When they thought of his prick,

But alas! he was only a eunuch.

Talula writes rhymes that are gross,

His descriptions are far too verbose,

But infections I see

that are down where you pee;

Are the ones that will hurt us the most.

Hey, more later. Vi is hungry and we are going to eat out...er... let me re-phrase that.

We are going out to eat.

There, that was better. (Well, not really)

A-1

A drug-using musician named Fred,

Had a decidedly sharp, pointed head,

He stuck it clear through a groupie

one night while too loopy;

and drowned in the pierced water bed.

Ah, Vienna, the fortress of Freud,

Whose surgeons are always employed,

Where boys with soft hands

are provided with glands;

And two-fisted girls are de-boyed.

There once was a poor girl named Jeanie,

Whose Dad was a terrible meanie,

He fashioned a latch

and a hatch for her snatch;

She could only be had by Houdini.

O.K., your turn!

A-1

There once was a boy with a hardon,

A sin that his mom couldn't pardon,

While beating his meat

Mom pulled back the sheet and

Made his poor penis a part-on!

Behold a manly erection

To some a sight of perfection

But here at EA, I'm happy to say

It's a thing just right for disection!

My foreskin was cut off at birth

I've never seen it's great worth

The cock'll soon follow

And I'll be a fellow

Who's happy and horny on earth

A-1

I laughed my balls off (I wish) at your limericks. They were great! They hit on a lot of the major fantasies of the forum members, and made good fun. I like the one about the archive being a "masturbatorium".

Here's my first try:

Since I used my dick like an idiot,

My wife chose to get rid of it,

With some bites and some chewing,

She ate the whole thing!

Now we are both quite happy she did it.

Further attempts at poetry:

She tied my balls to a door,

And made me lie on the floor,

With a slam and a bang,

I was left with my wang,

But, alas, my balls were no more!

My manhood was not much to see,

It's only real use was to pee,

So I went to a doctor,

Persuaded and talked to her,

Till she agreed to set my dick free.

My girlfriend wants to castrate,

And says on our very next date,

She'll crush my poor balls,

So I can't cum at all,

And never again masturbate.

There once was a seamstress called "Snip",

Who wore her sharp shears on her hip,

At the sight of that cutter

I felt a deep shudder

As she took my balls in her grip.

She licked my cock unabashed,

But my hopes of pleasure were dashed,

I struggled to feel,

Her tongue, oh so real,

But my dick was already detached.

Wow, creativity is fun!

Yes!

Creativity is a wonderful thing. You are all getting to be good poets. The limerick is a short rhyme which isn't difficult to make. It is a good thing since I doubt the desire of many of you to be LONGFELLOWS

The E A's a forum for those,

Who desire to be rid of their hose,

But many a guy

misunderstand with a sigh;

Feel that despite their face they cut off their nose.

CruelGirl a chick who's so slick,

Has an ax to grind with a dick,

If she's wrong or she's right

we have no insight;

But from cutting she gets a big kick.

The subconscious, a thing that is strange,

Truly has an incredible range,

From losing our cocks

to chopping ballocks;

Our dreams never will change.

So on we go day and by night,

In our minds with the terrible fight,

If we're cut or we're not

it don't matter a lot;

The subject's so heavy not light.

So some will long for the day,

When they chase their anger away,

But will it be a joy

for to lose one's own toy?

Even the Eununchs can't say.

Some were made Eunuchs by choice,

And some cut to save their high voice,

If by force made that way

or accidentally they say

with resolve that the calm will bring poise.

So I leave you all with this thought,

It's a problem that concerns me a lot,

With one's legs open wide

while they cut into your hide;

Will the eroticism die off and rot?

While it's titilating to be naked and held,

And the one that you love does you geld,

Then off of you falls

your dick and your balls;

It's your sex life not theirs that is quelled.



So humping you'll cease to enjoy,

And when asked to have sex you'll be coy,

When your sex drive is broke

then your sex life will choke;

And you'll cease to be someone's sex toy.

A-1

Ever since A1 has started this thread,

I just can´t get him out of my head,

It takes all of my time,

to stop thinking in ryme,

So please, come and eat me instead.

I tried to hold the bitches at bay,

But eventually they got their own way,

As they spread my legs,

They ignored my begs,

To give me at least one last lay.

I knew she was some kind of nut,

For her fantasy of making a cut,

Into my shaft,

To reduce it by half,

While she smothered my face with her butt.

The lady had a smile on her face,

As she spayed my eyes with some Mace,

'cause I'd tried to rape,

She bound me with tape,

And sliced off my cock at the base.

The nurse fondled my balls with great care,

For soon they'd no longer be there,

With a quick injection,

'Twas the end of erection,

And my sack she began to prepare.

antonia

Senior Member

antonia (imported) wrote: Sat Dec 22, 2001 7:41 am Ever since A1 has started this thread,

I just can´t get him out of my head,

It takes all of my time,

to stop thinking in ryme,

So please, come and eat me instead.

A trip to Deutschland is fine,

I'll eat yours, will you nibble at mine?

But no passport have I

as I dream with a sigh;

If we do this it's gonna take time.

(Now, the GOOD part! The Fantasy?)

Antonia, I asked, would you strip,

Her gorgeous bod I did take in my grip,

And we humped night and day

then I nibbled away,

'till I wore out my horn-player's lip!

A fantasy's real good for you,

But they seldom if ever come true,

This girl is a dream

that made my sex creme;

And it ran down my leg in my shoe.

(Should I ask? --- Ahhh, what the heck!)

Antonia, my e-mail's still there,

Drop a line anytime but beware,

You're so gorgeous it seems

and you're still in my dreams;

Could we meet sometime and somewhere?







A-1

A-1

If it ran down your leg it was probably because you were wearing drainpipe trousers.

Of course the next time you could also wear pumps - that should solve it.

LOL