| Freebsd Limericks: 118 of 860 |
A maestro directing in Rome
Had a quaint way of driving it home.
Whoever he climbed
Had to keep her tail timed
To the beat of his old metronome.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 119 of 860 |
A maiden who lived in Virginny
Had a cunt that could bark, neigh and whinny.
The horsey set rushed her,
But success finally crushed her
For her tone soon became harsh and tinny.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 120 of 860 |
A maiden who travelled in France
Once got on a train, just by chance.
The engineer fucked her,
The conductor sucked her,
And the fireman came in his pants.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 121 of 860 |
A maiden who wrote of big cities
Some songs full of love, fun and pities,
Sold her stuff at the shop
Of a musical wop
Who played with her soft little titties.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 122 of 860 |
A man was once heard to boast,
That he received a parcel by post,
It contained, so we heard,
A magnificent turd,
And the balls of his grandfather's ghost.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 123 of 860 |
A marine being sent to Hong Kong
Got a doctor to alter his dong.
He sailed off with a tool
Flat and thin as a rule -
When he got there he found he was wrong.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 124 of 860 |
A mathematician named Hall
Had a hexhedronical ball,
And the square of its weight
Times his pecker's, plus eight,
Was four-fifths of five-eighths of fuck-all.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 125 of 860 |
A mathematician named Hall
Has a hexahedronical ball,
And the cube of its weight
Times his pecker's, plus eight
Is his phone number -- give him a call...
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| Freebsd Limericks: 126 of 860 |
A mathematician named Klein
Thought the Mobius band was divine.
Said he, "If you glue
The edges of two,
You'll get a weird bottle like mine!
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| Freebsd Limericks: 127 of 860 |
A middle-aged codger named Bruin
Found his love life completely in ruin,
For he flirted with flirts
Wearing pants and no skirts,
And he never got in for no screwin'.
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