Plage de la Batterie
a story in limericks
As I lolled on the beach there in Cannes
Jonesing babes clothed in nothing but tan
Watching sandal-clad honeys
Flaunt sweet coiffured cunnies—
I yearned to be more of a man!
Spoiled for choice on the Battery Beach—
Naked beauty beyond all belief!
I am virile and tall
But my johnson’s too small
So the pussy stayed out of my reach!
I am not such a bad-looking guy—
Every fille checked me out strolling by
‘Till the moment their eyes
Wandered down to my thighs
Then they’d laugh and then wave me good-bye!
I was bummed, ‘till a frump of a lass
With pert tits and a butterball ass
Took a knee and adored
What the others ignored
And beguiled me in Gallic romance!
In the sun on wet sand by the shore
She coerced me to bang her back door
In the pillowed physique
Of her creamy ass cheeks
I found solace in pussy galore!
Like a fool, I had taken her bait
Then that French girl laid claim to my fate
And before we donned clothes
I broke down and proposed
Ever since, my fat bride dominates!







