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Pantheus sticks his nose in here, to whisper, ... this month Bear- doesn't get all the credit ... er blame for all these limericks. as this month's column is guest-hosted by others, as ahem.....credited ! |
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There once was a Master named Thunder... when He drinks lots of paga, words He would blunder.. His slaves name was wynde.... over tables she would bend.... using her as He pleased, whispering "now cumder!" |
Silk and Steel is a paga tavern on Dalnet.... open the doors and find loads of slutilicious pets... the Op Masters grin proudly... as they make lots of noises loudly.... lean back and say "This is as good as it gets" |
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There once was a Master named Bear Who never knew just what to wear No ifs ands or buts He was well dressed in sluts As they crowded knee deep round His chair |
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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 |
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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. :) |