Eaten by Weasels (eatenbyweasels) wrote in ebw_buffyslash, @ 2008-03-22 15:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | 15, clem, giles/wesley, het, humour, poetry, yuck! |
Letter on the Library Table. Giles/Wesley, plus (het!) sequel. 15
A limerick poem and its sequel. felisblanco wished she could receive a letter like Wesley wrote to Mr Giles, so I did the sequel for and starring her. Odd, how she seemed less than overjoyed…..
Letter on the Library Table
Mr Giles, I must write to inform you;
With confessions of love, I must storm you.
There's tea in the pot
(Do come home while it's hot!)
And I'm in your bed, waiting to warm you.
Some people might say I'm a dope
Lying here for your big hands to grope,
With no hint you desire me,
(The Council might fire me!)
But my bottom is greased up, in hope
That, wrapped in my arms by the fire,
You'll embody my dearest desire;
A knob that my bum fits
And hot buttered crumpets.
Wesley Wyndham Price - (that's Esquire!)
Felis Gets Her Letter…
The letter on Felis's table,
Made her gag till her legs were unstable.
It was dear little Clem
and he wanted... *ahem!*,
'Cause it turned out that Snyder weren't able!
"No way" she declared, "It's revolting!
I'd be scared of you... "(she's nearly bolting)
"...entrapping my nipples
In your fleshly ripples,
And what if your earlobes start moulting?"
"I thought you'd at least like to try
The rub of soft wrinkle on thigh."
and he whipped off his kit.
Making Felis cry "Shit!"
When she saw his twelve inches; "Oh, my!"
Cried Felis, in tones orgiastic:
"I'm in love! You're so enthusiastic!"
And who cares about wrinkle,
With *that* size of twinkle?
Oh, Clem! As a shag, you're fantastic!"