Someone stop me...please!!

[baroqueangel]

I'm studying poetry right now, I suck at it just so you know, but for some reason these popped into my head. I'm having decidedly too much fun writing them (even if getting the endings to make sense is killing me) *headdesk* Please, can someone stop me?!?!?!

There once was a young man from Rizembool
Whose life was never ever dull
one day he met Roy
Who made him his toy
And now his ass is always full

There was a young man called Roy
Who made a kid called Ed his toy
They fucked every day
In every possible way
He just couldn’t get enough of the boy

Ed really loved Roy’s cock
It was the one thing he didn’t mock
He would give it a suck
Before they would fuck
To make Roy as hard as a rock

Ed liked to fuck at his leisure
He loved it beyond all measure
He enjoyed being top
But was willing to swap
To fill Roy with come was a pleasure

Kill me now *hangs head in shame*

Comments

[patheticnemesis.livejournal.com]

I admit to squirming throughout all of that, but I soundly applaud your efforts! Take a bow!

[baroqueangel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, letting an english student read these was probably a bad idea XD

Sorry for making you squirm *bows to hide the embarrassed look on her face*

[patheticnemesis.livejournal.com]

No, no, no shame. Testing your comfort zone shouldn't be a reason for embarrassment - and it was more the Ed/Roy than anything else that made me unsure :)

[baroqueangel.livejournal.com]

I've written poetry before but never limericks, I think I'll let better people write the limericks from now on, i think this one skill may be beyond me :P

Ed was getting pissed at me, I needed to appease the angry, short blond. He would have refused to be my muse if I hadn't :)