NOT JUST SMUT, POETIC SMUT

This is What Smut Means to Me

Laurel B. Miller prompt response … smuttily & limerickily

Dirty! Filthy! Smutty? Photo by jesse orrico on Unsplash

There once was a man oh so dirty
The stuff that he did wasn’t purty
He’d give it a yank
Then go to the bank
And visit a teller named Gerty

When Gertrude would ghost the old dude
He’d get loud and often get rude
He’d yell and he’d cuss
He raised such a fuss
He’d get jailed, which is where he got screwed

I know that this sounds kinda smutty
But you’re clay in my hands, just like putty
You think that you know
Where this story will go
But from now on the tale will go nutty

Ol’ Gert, she was some kinda girl
And loved gettin’ down with a “swirl”
“That’s how ya do it
Lick it, don’t chew it
Then later, a necklace o’ pearl”

So it’s smutty, it is, in the end
And that’s how this one did bend
It started off rank
With a trip to the bank…