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A lacklustre lady of Brougham
Weaveth all night at her loom.
Anon she doth blench
When her lord and his wench
Pull a chain in the neighbouring room.
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A lad, at his first copulation,
Cried, "What a sensation! Inflation,
Throughout the duration,
I guess I'll give up masturbation."
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A lad from far-off Transvaal
Was lustful, but tactful withal.
He'd say, just for luck,
"Mam'selle, do you fuck?"
But he'd bow till he almost would crawl.
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A lad of the brainier kind
Had erogenous zones in his mind.
He got his sensations,
By solving equations,
(Of course, in the end, he went blind.)
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A lady born under a curse
Used to drive forth each day in a hearse;
From the back she would wail
Through a thickness of veil:
"Things do not get better, but worse."
-- Edward Gorey
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A lady both callous and brash
Met a man with a vast black moustache;
She cried, "Shave it, O do!
And I'll put it with glue
On my hat as a sort of panache."
-- Edward Gorey
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A lady from Kalamazoo
Once found she had nothing to do,
So she sat on the stairs
And she counted her hairs:
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A lady from Old Little Rock
In fidelity took little stock,
And deserted her man
In the streets of Japan
For a boy with a prehensile cock.
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A lady removing her scanties,
Heard them crackle electrical chanties.
Said her beau, "Have no fear,
For the reason is clear:
You simply have amps in your panties.
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A lady stockholder quite hetera
Decided her fortune to bettera:
On the floor, quite unclad,
She successively had
Merrill Lynch, Pierce, Fenner, et cetera...