"Oh honey, of course I'm sure," Sally pulled me into a warm embrace. "But in the mean time, I think you may want to try some of these, uh, looser styl...es ... you know, just temporarily." Okay." I used to work in the 'business world'," Sally said. We were in a nearby wine bar, swapping war stories."Really?" I asked. "Where?" Proctor and Gamble. I was group president of global fabric care." Wow! Impressed I am!" Don't be. They have, like, dozens of presidents." But even so, if you were a president. .." Who liked to flounce in her underwear..."(Darkside) "Who when she walked caused quite a stare..." Little did she know,When walking in the snow.People could see her BARE!"(Rick) I always knew this group was warped, but until today, seeing this collection of really (bad) poetry, I never realized HOW warped!!!!(HeatherJean) Has there ever been a limerick written that could be considered (good) poetry?(nanomage) Heather, mathematicians write great limericks!(Syl) "Going bare in. Our tongues slid together like eels as I felt his arms wrap under me, lifting me up. Gasping in surprise I wrapped my arms and legs round him as he carried me to the bed.The bed creaked as Simon dropped me onto it, I let out a small yelp as he flipped me over onto my front. Looking back I watched as he cupped both of my arse cheeks with his hands, gently pulling them apart.“Such a beautiful arsehole.” I quivered as I felt Simon’s hot breath on my pucker.“You like my little starfish Daddy?” A. As I walked down the hall with thepaper in my hand, I didn’t know if the lump in my throatwas from fear or anticipation. This time, I knocked at the door and heard the man saycome in. His privacy curtains were open, so I mustered upmy courage and walked over to the bed and held out thepaper to him. He just sat there and smiled, and it wasalmost like he was reading my mind.“Please put the paper on the table,” he said. “I’ll readit later.” I was just getting.