Poetry Friday: The Word is ROCKET. And maybe CROTCH.
Well, that’s the last time I pick a Poetry Friday Word (or set of words) based on something I know nothing about! Irrelephant schooled me on Crotch Rockets, and I found an absolutely terrifying video of crotch rockets that made me nearly pee my pants. Jeebus. Gar.
The Poetry Friday Word for Today is ROCKET. And as a secondary word, CROTCH. Feel free to use either or both of these words in your blog post today, in whatever shiny silver form warms up your naughty bits…story, poem, photo, leather-strap-and-ball-gag ensemble, video of that time you went to Space Camp….
I wrote a dirty limerick, and am attaching the above-mentioned terrifying video. According to Urban Dictionary, a crotch rocket is a real thing, a real type of motorcycle. A dangerous mom-fearing type of bike. Holy Hand Grenade, I hope my kids never think this is cool.
Have a good weekend, y’all!
Rocket…The Dirty Limerick…Inspired by Dr. Strangelove
There once was a girl from Woonsocket
Who kept a dildo in her pocket
When bored she would stick it
In her hairy thicket
And ride it like Kong on a rocket.
The Crotch Rocket Video: