Seven Space(y) Limericks
By C.P. Mariner
© 2001

 

Weightless astronauts getting some action,
Were frustrated losing their traction,
        Thus proving for all
        Robert Newton's Third Law
Of the equal opposing reaction.

The new astronaut thought it hot
To be picked as a crew for the shot,
        But alas she was pissed off
        To learn during lift-off
That "G"s are a force, not a spot.

Whatever your state of depravity,
It's tough making love in null gravity.
        You take aim and note
        The direction you'll float,
But you still often hit the wrong cavity.

A vacuum was not the best place,
For George's erotic embrace.
        'Cause on the first try
        When he unzipped his fly,
His poor pecker was sucked into space.

Although she'd been thoroughly ridden,
She said "No more, now, I'm not kiddin',
        I'll not play the whore bit
        Descending from orbit;
Re-entry is strictly forbidden!"

Those free-falling games can get hairy,
Since the speeds and the angles can vary.
        The jets are employed,
        Leaving vectors destroyed,
And Billy boinks Bob 'stead of Mary.

As Apollo descended from space,
Sue was giving a blow job to Mace.
        Then the drag chutes unbunched
        With a seven G punch,
And her eyes bulged right out of her face.

Copyright 2001 by C.P. Mariner
All Rights Reserved
 
 

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