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Limericks
Let's have at those limericks. Standard rules apply. Keep them witty, risque and clever. To start...
There was a young lady named Sally Who enjoyed the occasional dally She sat on the lap Of a well endowed chap And cried, "Sir! You're right up my alley!" |
I'll give it a shot
A do-it-yourselfer named Alice
used a dynamite stick for a phallus they found her vagina in South Carolina and parts of her anus in Dallas |
I'm sure I can drad up a few from the past...
There was a young girl from Devizes
Whose breasts were different sizes One was so small Hardly anything at all The other was big and won prizes! |
Airborne
There once was a man from Bel Air
Who was doing his wife on the stair But the banister broke So he doubled his stroke And finished her off in mid-air |
Nantucket has many
There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose thing was so long he could suck it. He said, with a grin as he wiped off his chin, "If my ear was a pussy, I'd fuck it!" |
Just for larks
I have been on dozens of larks;
I like it indoors, not in parks. You feel more at ease, Your ass doesn't freeze; And strollers don't make snide remarks. |
There once was a beautiful Goddess. She
Wore a voluptuous bodice. We Saw her undress, And then heard her express, "Hot damn, I've discovered immodesty!" |
First
There once was a caveman named Dave
Who kept a dead girl in his cave They say he's a beast To fuck the deceased But think of the money he's saved! There once was a hooker names Sue She filled her vagina with glue She said with a grin, They pay to get in Now they'll pay to get out of me too! |
More
There once was a woman from Wheeling
Who had a particular feeling She'd lay on her back Tickle her crack And piss at flies on the ceiling. Their once was a hermit named Dave Who kept a dead wh*r* in his cave She was minus one tit And stank like shit But think of the money he saved. |
There was a young lady from Dallas
Who put some pot in her chalice And she said with a grin As her boyfriend put it in Now watch me turn on his phallus |
More Limericks
There once was a monk from Siberia
Whose morals were most inferior He did to a nun What should never be done And now she's a Mother Superior. A gay young man from Khartoum Took a lesbian up to his room And they argued all night Over who had the right To do what, and with which, to whom. There once was a lady named Arden Who sucked off a man in the garden He said listen fluff Do you swallow the stuff? And she said, gulp, beg your pardon?" An Argentine Gaucho named Bruno Said there is one thing I do know A woman is fine And a sheep is devine But a Llama is numero uno. There was a young barmaid from Crale On whose tits were tattooed the price of ale While on her behind For the sake of the blind Was the same information in braille. The first man on earth was named Adam Who complacently toyed with his madam For on all the earth There were only two balls ________and he had 'em. |
There once was a lady from Douth.
Upon returning from a trip to the south, Her father cried, "Nelly, I fear there's more in your belly Then ever went in through your mouth!" There once was a lady, who had a yen To diddle herself with a fountain pen. The pen, it broke, the ink went wild. She gave birth to an indigo child. |
In Latin?
There was a young lawyer named Rex
Who had very small organs of sex When charged with exposure He said with composure "De minimis non curat lex!" |
There once was a man from Madras
Whose balls were made out of brass When he struck them together They played Stormy Weather And lightning shot out of his ass. |
Written in response to a friend, who bet me I could not come up with a clean limerick with this first line:
There was a young lady called Hunt, Who was not very big at the front. She said that the cause Was pulling on oars Whilst laying face down in a punt. |
There once was a man from Adair
Who was doing his girl on the stair On the 49th stroke The bannister broke And he finished her off in midair. |
There once was a man from Moline
Who invented a fucking machine It would convert or convex And fuck either sex And it knocked up his darling wife Jean. |
Good poetry
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There once was a lady from Norway,
Who hung upside down in a doorway. She called to her man, "Just look at me, Stan! I think I've discovered one more way." |
There was an old hermit named Dave,
who kept an old dead wh*r* in his cave, you must admit she smelled like shit, but think of the money he saved. |
There was a young girl in Berlin
Who eked out a living through sin She didn't mind fucking But much preferred sucking And she'd wipe off the pricks on her chin. There was a young fellow of Buckingham Wrote a treatise on c*nts and on sucking them But later this work Was eclipsed by a Turk Whose topic was ass-holes and fucking them. A tidy young lady of Streator Dearly loved to nibble a peter She always would say "I prefer it this way I think it is very much neater." There once was a jolly old bloke Who picked up a girl for a poke He took down her pants Fucked her into a trance And then pissed in her shoe for a joke. |
To his wife said an old man from Sydenham,
"My trousers! Pray, where have you hydenham?" I know that they're torn, Thus shouldn't be worn, But I foolishly left twenty quydenham." A chambermaid working in Drogheda Had a mistress who often annogheda. Whereupon she would swear In a language so rare, That thereafter nobody emplogheda. And I suspect no-one on t'other side of the Atlantic will get this one: There once was an old man from Salisbury Whose morals were Halisbury-Scalisbury. He wandered round Hampshire Without any pampshire, 'Til the vicar compelled him to Walisbury. (The old pronunciation of Salisbury was Sarum, and the abbreviation for Hampshire is Hants.) |
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