Sorry about the relative quietness: this time of year is quite hectic, isn’t it? I haven’t had as much time to spend on my little blog as I might ordinarily, so apologies. I’ve got all my present-buying done though, so that’s one thing at least. Just need to wrap them now.
It was the office Christmas party on Friday (do they have those in other countries? Office parties, that is, not Fridays) and I will confess I did getplastered pleasantly merry. Free bar! No spankable naughtiness (as far as I can recall) though, sorry. Or does drinking too much, flirting, saying everything MUCH TOO LOUD, dancing suggestively with other girls and generally being a raucous an effervescent little madam in a low-cut frock and impractical heels count as being naughty? Hopefully not. (Thank goodness it was on a Friday rather than a Thursday like last year, btw. World class lie-in with a thumping headache the following day!)
I’ve got a very silly thing (nearly) ready that I hope will amuse you, so that will hopefully go up midweek. Right now I have a moderately silly thing in the form of a Christmas-themed limerick. Based on a true story, as they say:
It was the office Christmas party on Friday (do they have those in other countries? Office parties, that is, not Fridays) and I will confess I did get
I’ve got a very silly thing (nearly) ready that I hope will amuse you, so that will hopefully go up midweek. Right now I have a moderately silly thing in the form of a Christmas-themed limerick. Based on a true story, as they say:
What Girls on the Naughty List Get
When Penny was sent in to see
Mr Claus about being naughty,
Her charms cut no ice
And in half a trice
She found herself over his knee.
When Penny was sent in to see
Mr Claus about being naughty,
Her charms cut no ice
And in half a trice
She found herself over his knee.
Penny,
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the limerick.
Hug,
joey
There was a young chappie named Joe
ReplyDeleteWho loved to be naughty (fraid so).
His bottom was tanned
By a strict lady's hand
Oh, how his pert buttocks did glow!
Thank you Penny. (Blush)
ReplyDeleteHug,
joey
you never stop coming up with good limericks do you
ReplyDeletekeep of the good and naughty work
I love your poems. :)
ReplyDeleteHugs
Too noisy, too naughty from drinking
What on God's earth was Penelope thinking?
Her attire was risky
Her behavior so frisky
Next week Santa will have that girl shrinking.
Young Timmy was sitting in class
ReplyDeleteAdmiring his teacher's fine ass.
"I would like to nail
That exquisite tail...
Ideally, face down on the grass."
I like it
ReplyDeleteThanks that very good
He roasted her bottom with glee
ReplyDeleteAnd scolded her mercilessly.
The firm-handed man
Was none other than
That lovable rogue TFD!
(Thanks so much for the lovely poem) xxx
Penny you never fail to delight. I notice you said my prize for being both the 1,000th and the 2,000th comment on your blog was to have you write something. One of those gorgeous little limericks about you and I would be greatly appreciated, sweetness.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Aunty! :)
ReplyDeleteHere is your prezzie poem. I hope you like it:
"Please, Aunty!" wailed Penny in vain,
"I won't ever do it again!"
"It's too late for that,
You troublesome brat --
My hairbrush will shortly explain!"
Because you're special you get two poems. This one's more gentle and sweet:
ReplyDeleteA loving Aunt bidding goodnight:
There ne'er was a more tender sight.
"I love you," she said,
Kissed her niece's blonde head,
And tucked her lil princess in tight.
Thank you Penny. Not one limerick, but two, showing different sides to me. I feel very flattered, darling.
ReplyDeleteWell thank you, Miss Penelope.
ReplyDeleteTo be noticed is what fills me with glee.
But to roast and to scold
Without pity, that's cold...
Surely you cannot mean me.
;)
Office Christmas parties are a special torment for bad girls and boys. Hm, is that why you were attending, Miss Penny? :D
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Aunty - I'm glad you like them :D
ReplyDeleteAnother TFD poem! Thank you! :) And I so mean you, cos you're so mean!
And I think it was, Ana. Imma bad, bad girl! I'm just glad it wasn't a 'school disco' themed affair... I think my kinkiness might have taken over and got me into all kinds of trouble.