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A programmer down in Moline
Said, I'm the match for any machine.
My secret's aversion,
To loops and recursion,
Just acres of in-line routine.
-- W.J. Wilson
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Freebsd Limericks: 160 of 860 |
A progressive professor named Winners
Held classes each evening for sinners.
They were graded and spaced
So the vile and debased
Would not be held back by beginners.
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Freebsd Limericks: 161 of 860 |
A rapist who reeked of cheap booze
Attempted to ravish Miss Hughes.
She cried, "I suppose
There's no time for my clothes,
But PLEASE let me take off my shoes!"
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Freebsd Limericks: 162 of 860 |
A rapturous young fellatrix
One day was at work on five pricks.
With an unholy cry
She whipped out her glass eye:
"Tell the boys I can now take on six."
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Freebsd Limericks: 163 of 860 |
A reckless young lady of France
Had no qualms about taking a chance,
But she thought it was crude
To get screwed in the nude,
So she always went home with damp pants.
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Freebsd Limericks: 164 of 860 |
A remarkable race are the Persians;
They have such peculiar diversions.
They make love the whole day
In the usual way
And save up the nights for perversions.
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Freebsd Limericks: 165 of 860 |
A remarkable race are the Persians,
They have such peculiar diversions.
They screw the whole day
In the regular way,
And save up the nights for perversions.
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Freebsd Limericks: 166 of 860 |
A responsive young girl from the East
In bed was an able artiste.
She had learned two positions
From family physicians,
And ten more from the old parish priest.
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Freebsd Limericks: 167 of 860 |
A romantic attraction has clung
To a chap of whom damsels have sung:
"'Tis the Scourge from the East,
That lascivious beast
Who was known as Attila the Hung!"
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Freebsd Limericks: 168 of 860 |
A sailor who slept in the sun,
Woke to find his fly buttons undone,
He remarked with a smile,
"Good grief, a sun-dial!
And now it's a quarter-past one."
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