Ruth Walters


Limerick Smut - Poem by Ruth Walters

There was a young lady called Gert'
who's bosoms were ever so pert,
she mentioned one day
while we were at play
that they never got caught in her skirt.

Whereas a young lady called Ruth
who's titties would dangle and droop
admitted one day,
hers got clean away
as she bent down to slurp up hot soup.


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  • Rookie - 288 Points John Brown (3/29/2013 10:19:00 AM)

    Ruth Walters! ! You get worse every day - honestly! Good though (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, March 29, 2013


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