Random, Assorted Limericks by Any Number of Us
| Whenever his spirits started to flag LaCroix just pictured Nicky in drag; Then with a chuckle His belt he'd unbuckle Laughing uproariously as they started to shag. Stormborn |
There was a Roman vampire, LaCroix Whose offspring could fill him with joy With an occasional pass He'd covet Nick's ass, Oh! What he could do with his boytoy. Cliff |
| LaCroix definately wanted young Nick And longed to suck his stiff prick 'Til he came and he bled All over the bed, But figuring out how was the trick. Cliff |
So many think LaCroix cold and cruel But he's not, well, not as a rule He's simply alone But he doesn't bemoan He just longs for Nick's nine inch tool. Cliff |
| When sorrow plagues our favorite Brick His Daddy has just the trick A sweet gentle slide Or a vigorous ride On his boy's admirable prick! Stormborn |
Then with his shoulders under Nick's knees His fingers and lips soon enough tease The mopes from his son He puts the blues on the run With a thrusting that's proven to please. Stormborn |
| Nick Knight, the detective blood-sucker Thought Lacroix was a real mother fucker. But he took him to bed And gave him some head And found him a screamer and bucker. Cousin Shelley |
Nick, his chest sweaty and bare Was seduced by Janette, maiden fair. But Lacroix fangs were quick And the blood bond was thick And they made quite a beautiful pair. Cousin Shelley |
| There once was a vampire named Lucien Whose eternity needed some juicin'. So he picked out a knight For some lasting delight But failed to achieve nuclear fusion! Stormborn |
We know of a handsome young lad Who was good, though he thought he was bad. Among his regrets Were people and pets And humping like mad with his dad. Stormborn |
| A lusty Crusader called Nicholas Enjoyed a good game of tickle-ass. He began with Janette, But was soon overset And impaled on an old Roman's fasces. Leslie GS |
While at play with his progeny, Nicholas, Lacroix turned on his tum, without a fuss. As he was boned, he groaned, And as he came, moaned, "I seem to have brought over Priapus." Leslie GS |
| Though made a vampire in France, Nick'd be mortal if given the chance. Though Lucius does grumble, And Nat wishes a tumble, Still zipped does Nick keep his pants. laudon |
Ah, to see LaCroix with his cat, 'Tis a wonder of this and of that. How he strokes and he pets, That lap, how warm it gets. But he'd rather toss Nick on some mat. Lora |
| LaCroix will have his way If it takes all night and all day. With smouldering smiles He'll work his wiles To get his golden boy into the hay. Stormborn |
Nick complains and he groans, About dealing with his master's hormones-- But you can see that he lies When you look in his eyes And listen as he pants and he moans. Stormborn |
"Mon cher," Lacroix said, "I must confess, Mortal politics are more intricate than chess. I admit I�m perverse, But they are far worse. Save yourself, in my bed, from this mess." Leslie GS (Wasn't Nov.'98 fun?) |
With cool hands and smile mysterious LaCroix can drive poor Nicky delirious. Who follows, who leads? Who wants and who needs? Were it not so much fun it would be serious! Stormborn |
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