|Freebsd Limericks: 801 of 860|
There was an old man of the port
Whose prick was remarkably short.
When he got into bed,
The old woman said,
"That isn't a prick; it's a wart!"
|Freebsd Limericks: 802 of 860|
There was an old man who said, "Tush!
My balls always hang in the brush,
And I fumble about,
Half in and half out,
With a pecker as limber as mush."
|Freebsd Limericks: 803 of 860|
There was an old man with a beard
Who said, "It is just what I feared!
Two owls and a hen,
Four larks and a wren
Have all built their nests in my beard!"
|Freebsd Limericks: 804 of 860|
There was an old person of Ware
Who had an affair with a bear.
He explained, "I don't mind,
For it's gentle and kind,
But I wish it had slightly less hair."
|Freebsd Limericks: 805 of 860|
There was an old pirate named Bates
Who was learning to rhumba on skates
He fell on his cutlass
Which rendered him nutless
And practically useless on dates.
|Freebsd Limericks: 806 of 860|
There was an old satyr named Mack
Whose prick had a left handed tack.
If the ladies he loves
Don't spin when he shoves,
Their cervixes frequently crack.
|Freebsd Limericks: 807 of 860|
There was an old Scot named McTavish
Who attempted an anthropoid ravish.
The object of rape
Was the wrong sex of ape,
And the anthropoid ravished McTavish.
|Freebsd Limericks: 808 of 860|
There was an old whore from Silesia
Who'd croke: "If my box doesn't please ya,
For a slight extra sum
You can go up my bum
But watchout or my tapeworm'll seize ya."
|Freebsd Limericks: 809 of 860|
There was an old whore in the Azores
Whose body was covered with festers & sores.
Why the dogs in the street
Wouldn't eat the green meat
That hung in festoons from her drawers.
|Freebsd Limericks: 810 of 860|
There was an old woman of Ghent
Who swore that her cunt had no scent.
She got fucked so often
At last she got rotten,
And didn't she stink when she spent.