I forgot to post a short story yesterday, but in honor of the MAL brouhaha, here’s a few leather limericks I posted here in 2004.
Slave wrote of his love and his pride
At being seen on the town by Sir’s side
He wrote of chance and of fate
And of finding love late
Sir’s one word response: ‘Unsubscribe’
Top9 planned it all in advance
This time he’d leave nothing to chance
He packed handcuffs and rope
But he should have packed soap
His trick, you see, was from France
Two Sirs at the bar talked of whether
They should tie the knot wearing leather
Would they wear matching caps?
Could the priest be in chaps?
Should they lead their sub in on a tether?
Two tall hairy cops from New York
Went to meet a hot piggy at Pork
Much to their distress
He walked in, in a dress
Just like that swan thing on Bjork*
*This really happened.