Limerick, Anyone?

by UrbanGoth

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Limericks

There once was a cute little slayer,
Who, it seems, was a bit of a player,
She had quite a few boys,
Whom she played with like toys,
And none of them had but a prayer.

Eventually, she moved o'er the state,
And everything was going pretty great,
Until tweed with a book,
Would give her that look,
Then she'd go out and kill things 'til late.

One night was an Angel so pale,
They mated in old Sunnydale,
It was doomed from the start,
So, right through the heart,
She staked him, the bloodthirsty male.

Then a TA without any brain,
Waltzed into her life, so damn vain,
He brought one bit of luck,
(A bloody good fuck,)
It ne'er crossed her mind to complain.

But he left her one night suddenly,
Thinking, 'What in the hell's wrong with me?
I'm a hot chick with powers,
I keep at it for hours,
Will I ever find a match for me?'

"Surprise!" I burst through the door,
And pushed the hot blond to the floor,
I ravaged her then,
Forget fucking men!
I shook that girl right to her core.

So we lay here, I have her, I know,
For my own, how I crave her so,
"I love you," says she,
"My sweet Willow Tree,"
And we kiss, and let dreams follow.