Best Lecher Poems

Limerick: Once a lean Lecher in his nineties

Once a lean Lecher in his nineties
Wondered if he could relive his twenties:
He went on a diet
Of French fries and cutlet:
The Wench said it felt like rigor mortis !

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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She was twenty-two-years old
childlike, but not childish
her mind was not as deep thinking as many
but she was empathetic and kind
goodness oozed out of her
she was the victim of a lecherous relative
he knew she was going to expose him
he talked her mother into giving her a...

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Lascivious he was,
Crippled with avarice,
He had twinkling stars,
Shining in his eyes,
They called him lecher,
His face used to screw up in bravado,
As he went about his job of hounding “shes”,
This years back when he was young,
I met him after several years,
He was no longer the same,
He...

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