The Colonel, while fondling her breast,
Remarked “So the slut passed the test!”
Said Crusto “Not yet,
I’ve not quite won the bet,
Till she proves she’s turned out for the best!”
“Now Eliza,” the Professor said,
“What thoughts do you have in your head?
Will you beg for release?
For the torture to cease?
Or for more extreme torment instead?”
“Kind master, I beg, leave me here,
At each bolt of pain I will cheer;
I submit to it gladly,
And love you quite madly,
I am your true slave, and sincere!”
And so “ My Fair Slavegirl “ is ended,
I hope that it has not offended.
It’s only in jest,
And meant for the best,
So I guess, least said, soonest mended.
Our fancy has taken its flights,
In a tale of debauched delights...
With moments heart-rending,
And a nice, happy ending..
Now who’ll buy the damned movie rights?
Since Monday I've not seen this thread
My eyes near popped out of my head!
For Monty has writ
Four pages of, um, prose
Which I should have been reading instead!
For Barb's had adventures and games
At which many ladies and dames
Would squawk with dismay
And utter "I say!
"But nothing this sweet woman shames!"
But what made my jaw drop and sag
Was that Monty pulled out of the bag
A story so fine
That I loved each line
That included a chap named McWragg!
“The Adventures of Colonel McWragg”,
Would make any bookshelf sag;
In more depth than you need,
They recount every deed
About which the good Colonel must brag.
For example, the Siege of Trieste;
McWragg brought a cannon to test.
With one massive boom,
It spelled instant doom
For the cannoneers (in peace may they rest).
Then there was the Siege of Turin,
When supplies were getting quite thin...
McWragg ate his horse
Served with Cumberland Sauce
And washed down with a glass of pink gin.
Wherever the fighting was fraught,
McWragg could be found (in short).
Thus was history forged
By a soldier who gorged
On his quadruped more than he ought.
In tropical climes, the good Colonel
Found the heat hard to bear, and infernal.
He then saw the light
And fought battles at night,
And was known as McWragg the Nocturnal.
This bold paladin knew no fear,
And met peril with a rousing cheer.
Though his habits were Spartan,
He dressed in fine tartan,
Reflecting his chequered career.
Despite this fine limerick fest
What cheers up the Colonel the best -
You may work without slumber
But you still can't outnumber
The medals arrayed on his chest!
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