Freebsd Limericks

The limerick, a verse form iniquitous,
Has nonetheless been ubiquitous.
        Once Congress in session,
        Declared its suppression,
But people got around that by writing the last line with no rhyme or meter.

The limerick is furtive and mean;
You must keep her in close quarantine,
        Or she sneaks to the slums
        And promptly becomes
Disorderly, drunk, and obscene.
                -- Morris Bishop

The limerick is furtive and mean;
You must keep her in close quarantine,
        Or she sneaks to the slums
        And promptly becomes
Disorderly, drunk, and obscene.
                -- Morris Bishop

The old archeologist, Throstle,
Discovered a marvelous fossil.
        He knew from its bend
        And the knot on the end,
T'was the penis of Paul the Apostle.

There a young man from the Coast
Who had an affair with a ghost.
        At the height of orgasm
        Said the pallid phantasm,
"I think I can feel it -- almost!"

There once was a bishop from Birmingham
Who deflowered young girls while confirming 'em.
        As they knelt on the hassock
        He lifted his cassock
And slipped his episcopal worm in 'em.

There once was a boy named Carruthers
Who was busily fucking his mother
        "I know it's a sin,"
        He said, shoving it in,
"But it's better than blowing my brother."

There once was a chick named Longet,
Who went out to Aspen to play.
        Along came a Spyder,
        Who sat down beside her
And she blew the poor bastard away.

There once was a clergyman's daughter
Who detested the pony he bought her,
        Till she found that its dong
        Was as hard and as long
As the prayers her father had taught her.

She married a fellow named Tony
Who soon found her fucking the pony.
        Said he, "What's it got,
        My dear, that I've not?"
Sighed she, "Just a yard-long bologna."

There once was a couple named Kelley,
Who lived their life belly to belly.
        Because in their haste
        They used library paste,
Instead of petroleum jelly.