Poets United asks us to think of shades of grey,
of the graduations between, say, pleasure and pain.
There was a young lady of whips
Who drew screams from her clientele’s lips:
But the result of her applied whacks
Was a pleasurable climax
So they paid her, as well as left tips.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2012
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Well, JC, I would this was an eye opener this morning as I sat half asleep sipping my coffee. LOL. I'd say she was good at her 'work.'
ReplyDeleteYou certainly pushed it towards the charcoal gray filter, lol.
ReplyDeleteI almost spit my coffee out!
Whoa! Well, I did say you could go there-and you did! You brought it with rhyme :D
I pleasure, Ella, a pleasure. One one that didn't hurt, I hope.
DeleteHilarious! I love it!
ReplyDeleteI'm drinking my wine and enjoying catching up on your blog :-)
ReplyDeletePERFECT! and funny!
ReplyDeleteYou are a master... no pun intended.
ReplyDeleteLOL! Fun limerick!
ReplyDeleteNice to hear of a sucessful woman. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha ... loved it ;-)
ReplyDeleteNice one! Shades of gray moves to shades of shiny black leather
ReplyDeleteThere was a young lady of whips
ReplyDeleteWho was embarrassed by the quips
That her act resembled fifty shades of grey
She pleaded she wasn’t an easy lay
But she couldn’t control her swaying hips
I do not envisage her as the girl for you Cosmo.
ReplyDeleteAll this screaming and carry on can only lead to tears
(Yours:)