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And then there's the story that's fraught
With disaster -- of balls that got caught,
When a chap took a crap
In the woods, and a trap
Underneath... Oh, I can't bear the thought!
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As for weirdness, the guy who's the tops
Is a kinky old butcher named Pops.
Since he thinks it's effete
To be beating his meat,
What he's into is licking his chops.
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Freebsd Limericks: 279 of 860 |
As he came in his chubby choirboy,
Father Burke said, "There's no greater joy!
If no sodomy levens
And possible heavens,
Existence will merely annoy."
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As the breeches-buoy swing towards the rocks,
Its occupant cried, "Save my socks!
I could not bear the loss,
For with scarlet silk floss
My mama has embroidered their clocks."
-- Edward Gorey
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As tourists inspected the apse
An ominous series of raps
Came from under the altar,
Which caused some to falter
And others to shriek and collapse.
-- Edward Gorey
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Freebsd Limericks: 282 of 860 |
Asked a supplicant priest of the pontiff,
"Do I sin if I do what I want, if
I screw a young nun
In the eastertide sun?"
His holiness murmured, "Gut yontiff."
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Freebsd Limericks: 283 of 860 |
At a contest for farting in Butte
One lady's exertion was cute :
It won the diploma
For fetid aroma,
And three judges were felled by the brute.
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At a dance, a girl from Connecticut
Showed an absolute absence of etiquette
Letting all comers press
Through the skirt of her dress
And wiping the mess with her petticoat.
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At the end of all civilization
Is the planet Terminus's location.
There's a girl there whose feat,
Without stone or concrete,
Nonetheless, was to lay the Foundation.
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At the moment Japan declared war
A sailor was fucking a whore.
He said, "After this poke
`Long and hard' ain't no joke;
This means months 'til I get back ashore."
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