Freebsd Limericks: 179 of 860 |
A spinster in Kalamazoo
Once strolled after dark by the zoo.
She was seized by the nape,
And fucked by an ape,
And she murmured, "A wonderful screw."
And she added, "You're rough, yes, and hairy,
But I hope -- yes I do -- that I marry
A man with a prick
Half as stiff and as thick
As the kind that you zoo-keepers carry."
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Freebsd Limericks: 180 of 860 |
A spunky young schoolboy named Fred
Used totoss off each night while in bed.
Said his mother, "Dear lad,
That's exceedingly bad--
Jump in here with your mamma instead."
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Freebsd Limericks: 181 of 860 |
A starship commander named Kirk
Emerged from his cabin berserk.
He grabbed a girl yeoman
Beneath the abdomen,
And gave her a physical jerk.
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Freebsd Limericks: 182 of 860 |
A stout Gaelic warrior, McPherson,
Was having a captive, a person
Who was not averse
Though she had the curse,
And he'd breeches of bristling furs on.
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Freebsd Limericks: 183 of 860 |
A structured programmer named Drew
Was intensely turned on by "goto".
When he saw it in code
He'd shoot off his load.
It's a good thing his shop used so few.
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Freebsd Limericks: 184 of 860 |
A studious professor named Nestor
Bet a whore all his books that he could best her.
But she drained out his balls
And skipped up the walls,
Beseeching poor Nestor to rest her.
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Freebsd Limericks: 185 of 860 |
A sweetheart named Teresa Arden
Went down on her beau in the garden.
He said, "Good lord, Tess,
Don't swallow that mess "
And she replied, "Ulp, beg your pardon?"
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Freebsd Limericks: 186 of 860 |
A sweetheart named Teresa Arden
Went down on her beau in the garden.
He said, "Good lord, Tess,
Don't swallow that mess!"
And she replied, "Ulp, beg your pardon?"
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Freebsd Limericks: 187 of 860 |
A systems programmer named Sprotic
Found his software intensely erotic.
In jealous distress
He wiped his OS.
It's possible that he's psychotic.
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Freebsd Limericks: 188 of 860 |
A talented fuckstress, Miss Chisholm,
Was renowned for her fine paroxysm.
While the man detumesced
She still spent on with zest,
Her rapture sheer anachronism.
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