Pantheus sticks his nose in here, to whisper, ... this month Bear- doesn't get all the credit ... er blame for all these limericks. Seems while I was cajoling the furry one into creating some, the literary (sic) juices started flowing, by several in a channel. Most of whom should remain anonymous, and the following are some of the ones that could be printed.

There once was a Tavern of Steel Where bare breasts abounded a great deal If a man knew His Gor and a little bit more it was easy to cop a good feel	There once was a Warrior named Jarl Whose bite was as fierce as a Larl the slavegirls all feared him and pretended to revere Him? But in secret they loved His sweet Snarl
There once was the silk and the Steel Where slavegirls would come and they'd kneel They'd never forget The Gorean men that they met Who taught them the purpose they feel	There was a simple tavernkeeper named Bear-, Who had a great deal of hair, He'd reach to his head, and it was rumoured he'd said: Gee, I wish I had more of it up there!
There was a young slave named kalari, Who was taken by Sabozzoz on safari, she was not bearer or guide, nor well could she hide, When indeed, it was she, who was quarry	There once was a slavegirl named lassa who was said was as moist as the Thassa Once she started to wet, a man would soon find regret, That he'd neglected his raincoat and glasses.
There once was a dirty old op whose lymericks were always a flop when inspired by me he rhymed regularly and all his fans swooned and dropped.	there once was a Master called Bear who studied girls with great care His favorites protruded having double D boobs and the A cups think that's not fair
There once was a slavegirl on gor Who on earth was a bit of a whore So to the streets went her loins Working hard for those coins Singing, "oh, let there be earth no more!"	There once was a slave girl named cemile Whose breasts were a pleasure, to feel. If you squashed or squished them... or gnoshed or kissed them... It would always elicit a squeal. :)