Excellent stuff, John.
I'm thinking of sending the following (slightly modified) naughty piece that I originally wrote for Martin's LightenUp Online competition:
Seaside Earthquake
Full fathom five my car key lies.
In the back seat, I was going
Well with Coral; gasps and sighs,
Limbs entwined and juices flowing.
Pretty soon, the car was shaking
As we passionately played -
You’d have thought the earth was quaking! -
With my bone was Coral made.
Then her sister joined the humping
(Those are Pearl’s delicious thighs).
Our athletic grind-and-bumping
Freed the handbrake. Bad surprise!
The sloping beach, the car in motion -
Seawards it began to spin; it
Ended up beneath the ocean,
And, of course, the key’s still in it.
An alternative (and much nastier) last line:
Key (and both the girls) still in it.
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