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Big Bertha's a weapon of mass
Seduction. Her mountainous ass
Has hundreds of folds,
Each one of which holds
A cock in a grip, lewd and crass.
--- Randog

I dreamed of the horrible sight
Of Bertha's huge cunt 'tother night;
It sank to my face
In a slimy embrace,
And extinguished the remnants of light.
--- Anon

Malodorous - dark as a drain;
I struggled and fought it in vain.
And damn well near drowned,
'Til I woke and I found
I'd been chewing my pillow again.
--- Anon

If it's Bertha of whom you've been dreamin',
The thought of her leaves my mind steamin'.
Man that malodorous stench
Issuing forth from that wench,
Is not rotting flesh, it's dead sea-men!
--- Anon

I told her I squirted a liter
Of goo from my 18 inch peter.
She said: "I care not.
I've a 10 gallon twat."
It would take more than I had to beat her.
--- Anon

And the size of that twat like a Boeing!
So don't let her juices get flowing.
Better lie and play dead
And not give that tripe head.
When she comes it smells just like she's going!
--- Anon

Big Bertha buys bras by the score,
But wears them just once, and no more.
A day at the most,
Then they give up the ghost,
As her funbags flow WHUMP on the floor.
--- Peter Wilkins

Big Bertha's determined to slim
Since losing her lover-boy Jim.
He vanished from sight
With a scream in the night,
While munching her cavernous quim.
--- Peter Wilkins

Oh damnit! Oh damnit to Hell.
I slipped into Bertha and fell.
As around me I peer,
I see that I'm here
With Tiddy, and Peter and Nell.
--- Archie

You'll soon learn to relish the smell
And, as in the story of Hell,
You'll forget what offends --
So many old friends!
And look! There's old Bessie as well!
--- John Miller

Poor things, if you all lost your way
In Bertha, for sure it's okay
To grumble and grudge,
But as far's I can judge,
It is best you're enjoying your stay.
--- Ulla

My grumble is not that her twat
Is dark and exceedingly hot,
But lack of umbrellas
To shelter us fellas
For when she bobs down for a squat.
--- Peter Wilkins

But my friend, you're a Brit, not an Asian,
So what good do you think, does evasion?
A true British fella,
Where is your umbrella?
You should rise, my dear, to the occasion.
--- Ulla

Big Bertha, the girl with a figure
Resembling a whale, only bigger,
Enjoys masturbations
With deep excavation,
By means of mechanical digger.
--- Peter Wilkins

The hairs on her organ were sparse,
But Bertha possessed a great arse.
And each time she whined:
"Take me from behind!"
Good coitus would turn into farce.
--- SFA

With buttocks so huge and well-crafted,
Four helpers would have to be drafted
To pry them apart,
Before one could start
The process of getting her shafted.
--- SFA

Still, old Bertha Butt was so sweet,
That none of her aides missed a beat,
In helping her spread,
'Cause she'd give them head
And somewhere to soften their meat.
--- Marlene Lewis

So maybe I'll give it a go
And offer Big Bertha a hoe;
She might be more weighty
And squidgy than Katie,
But far less inclined to say no.
--- Peter Wilkins

If you, Peter, do lust for a go
With a girl: from the streetwalkin' ho'
To fair Miss Golightly
Invited politely,
We are scarcely inclined to say no.
--- Anon

Miss Bertha has dumped her collection
Of men. Her new aim of affections's
The todger of Roger,
That wicked old codger,
Who sports an enormous erection.
--- Ulla

I doubt even Roger could fill
Miss Bertha and give her a thrill,
For most who have tried
Have gone missing inside,
Where I fear they are languishing still.
--- Peter Wilkins

Huge as Roger is, he's not jealous;
Joined by his RCMP fellas,
They're doing their duty
On the cavernous beauty
Of Bertha -- yes, Mounties are zealous.
--- Ulla

But surely the RCMP
Are more like those lumberjacks be,
A-dancing and prancing
In dresses entrancing,
While singing falsetto in C.
--- Peter Wilkins

I'm missing the hot summer nights;
The ripping of Big Bertha's tights.
The resolute quest
To get on her nest,
And cover her neck with love bites.
--- Peter Wilkins

Prepare then, for serious ripping;
Her tights have been know to snag shipping!
It's murder, my friend,
And I doubt at the end,
You'll have owt what it takes for a dipping.
--- Peter Wilkins

Our Bertha is very well built,
And can cause any fellow to wilt.
But she'll get a shock...
A big plastic cock,
I'm hiding here under my kilt.
--- SFA

In Lafayette Square there's a lady
Whose name (I just learned) is Bev Grady;
She's really attractive
And stays very active
In dealings that may be deemed 'shady.'
--- Anon

For instance, on Saturday nights,
Bev stands under street corner lights;
She shows off her thighs
And waits there for guys,
Who dance for their living in tights.
--- Anon

On Sundays she goes to two Masses,
And sits with twin freckled-faced lasses;
When both twins are kneeling,
Bev's fearlessly feeling
Their tits and the cunts and their asses.
--- Anon

Each Monday Bev's normal routine
Finds her at the old Dairy Queen,
Where she lets the cook
Take one lasting look
At her cunt through a torn window screen.
--- Anon

On Tuedays Bev goes to Wong Shu's
And buys some fake nails in dark blues;
While Wong Shu is gluing
Her nails, Bev starts viewing
Some pictures of Wong screwing ewes.
--- Anon

But Wednesday Bev sure has a lot
Of fun at her burial plot;
She goes there at seven,
Pretends she's in heaven,
While strumming a harp with her twat.
--- Anon

When Thursday comes, Bev's at the zoo;
She feeds all the lions -- apes, too;
That night she engages
To enter their cages,
And jerks off the males 'til they spew.
--- Anon

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Friday's the day Bev loves best;
It's better by far than the rest;
She goes in disguise
To old homeless guys,
And pays them to come on her chest.
--- Anon

Bev Grady's a very fine lady,
Her actions, though, are a bit 'shady',
As you can well see,
But take it from me,
Bev's mild next to her sister Sadie!
--- Anon

Beware Travis, dear Bev, he's a bugger!
He'd assure her he never will mug her.
But why should he fear
Bobbitt's loss if he's clear
Of a lusty intention to fug her.
--- Edward Leer

A limerick for loverly Beverly?
But there's only one rhyme, and that's "cleverly."
To continue the beat,
Her name must repeat
Thus--Beverly, Beverly, Beverly.
--- Anon

So Beverly's fifty at last,
And her pension kicks in -- what a blast!
May she take as much pleasure
In her future leisure,
As she naughtily took in her past.
--- Anon

The limerick you've written for Beverly
Was loverly and crafted quite cleverly.
But I think the beat
Set to music'd be neat,
Then submit to those song Brothers, Everly.
--- Anon

Don't charge me with buggering Beverley,
For I'll say, "Oh, hell no, not neverly!"
I'll lie to the end
To keep my old friend
From meeting with Bobbitt's fate, severley!
--- Anon

There was a young woman named Claire
With genitals lacking in hair.
What caused the affliction
Was sexual friction,
Which left them the worse for the wear.
--- Isaac Asimov

My dearest darling sweet Claire,
Will you suck me off 'down there'?
Standing up or in bed,
Just give me some head,
And it sure will answer my prayer!
--- Gearhart

An eager young French girl named Claire,
Endowed with beaucoup pubic hair,
Begged her date, "Darling please,
Put it in me - don't tease!"
He replied, "Oh, I want to, but where?"
--- Playboy Mag J F O'Conner

The rise of her bountiful pair
Of breasts are breathtaking, my Claire
Of fair pubic hair,
Lifts up from the chair
As long as I keep blowing air!
--- Anon

There once was a beauty named Claire
Who had a devine derriere.
She'd eat cocoa beans,
Then poop some pralines,
And sometimes a chocolate eclair.
--- H Welchel

The first time I ever saw Clare,
From her head to her toes she was bare.
Although, completely nude,
She could never be crude,
For her charms are beyond compare.
--- Joe Reichardt

I know a young lady named Clare;
Scent of flowers permeates her hair.
One glance at the ass,
Of this glorious lass,
Brings yearnings way beyond compare.
--- Joe Reichardt

Oh, my dearest sweet Claire,
I love to play with your hair,
But not ones on your head,
And I refer instead
To the ones that lurk 'way down there.
--- Anon

A curious young woman named Clare,
Always slept with her feet in the air;
One night she awoke
With a gasp and a choke,
And found them tucked under a chair.
--- Alsops Foibles

There was a young woman named Claire.
She'd take a 'lit cigar' on a dare.
He wanted to shove her
But he'll soon recover.
Mistaken, he gave her a flare.
--- Rod Hardon

A magician who called herself Claire
Made all her audience stare,
When she uttered commands
To her mammary glands,
And they floated right up in the air.
--- Cap'n Bean

'I think God uses bathrooms," sighed Claire,
"But it makes Daddy angry and swear,
If Mommy is slow
When he's wanting to go,
"God! What are you doing in there!?"
--- Anon

There was a young girl called Clarisse
Who'd rather be called Miss Harris.
Or "Sweet Mam'selle"
Would please her quite well
If ever she travelled to Paris.
--- Anon

I'll get no more visits from Claire,
Ever since I tied her to a chair;
And while we were playing,
My dick started spraying.
Now she can't get me out of her hair.
--- David Miller

It's a slovenly state of affairs
With that lazy old husband of Claire's;
He's a terrible slouch
And he sleeps on the couch,
'Cause he can't get his ass up the stairs.
--- Cap'n Bean

There once was a young blonde named Claire
Who would do anything on a dare.
She crossed over the street,
Was quite quick on her feet,
'Cause she heard there was cock over there!
--- SFA

There was a young lady called Claire,
Who often won't wear underwear.
On days with a breeze,
You saw more than her knees,
And all the blokes did was stare.
--- P Copeman

The patriot lady named Claire,
Has abundant and thick pubic hair,
Which she parts in the center
With a sign, "Soldiers Enter",
As she farts to the tune "Over There".
--- Arnie Schoenbrun P0511Q

While wooing the stunning young Claire,
And applying my tongue with great care,
My beard got entangled
And I nearly strangled,
As Daddy approached on the stair.
--- John Miller Q

My Claire never came, only swooned;
Dad shot me and had me marooned.
My pubes turned snow white
From the pain and the fright,
And my ass is still sore from the wound.
--- John Miller Q

A friendly young hippie named Clare
Found a robin's nest built in her hair;
She worried a while,
Then said with a smile,
"The hell with it! Let it stay there!"
--- Lims Unlimited

There once was a lady named Claire
Who hated the hue of her hair.
As she bleached it, she yalped!
When it fell from her scalp,
And now she has no hair to bear.
--- Coleen Ebbert

There was a young woman named Claire;
Her breasts she did bare on a dare.
At the bar it was late;
Her annoyance was great
When no one around seem to care.
--- Rod Hardon

There was a young woman named Claire;
A staff meeting once was a dare,
With vibrators inserted,
Clamped nipples, short skirted.
Wrong date though, nobody was there.
--- Rod Harden

By now we know all about Claire;
How well she can handle a dare.
"She's blonde," you surmise,
But I'm being wise.
To tell you just wouldn't be fair.
--- Rod Harden

There was a young woman named Claire,
Who gave blow jobs all day on a dare;
She didn't quite make it;
No way she could fake it;
Forgetting to come up for air.
--- Rod Harden

"So where is your G-spot, my dear?"
He said, stuffing it in, "Is it here?"
"No it isn't," said Claire
In the depths of despair,
"And isn't, you fool, up my rear!"
--- Peter Wilkins


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