Freebsd Limericks: 285 of 860 |
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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Freebsd Limericks: 286 of 860 |
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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Freebsd Limericks: 287 of 860 |
At the Villa Nemetia the sleepers
Are disturbed by a phantom in weepers;
It beats all night long
A dirge on a gong
As it staggers about in the creepers.
-- Edward Gorey
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Freebsd Limericks: 288 of 860 |
At Vassar, sex isn't injurious,
Though of love we are never penurious.
Thanks to vulcanized aids,
Though we may die old maids,
At least we shall never die curious.
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Freebsd Limericks: 289 of 860 |
At whist drives and strawberry teas
Fan would giggle and show off her knees;
But when she was alone
She'd drink eau de cologne,
And weep from a sense of unease.
-- Edward Gorey
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Freebsd Limericks: 290 of 860 |
Augustus, for slpashing his soup,
Was put for the night on the stoop;
In the morning he'd not
Repented a jot,
And next day he was dead of the croup.
-- Edward Gorey
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Freebsd Limericks: 291 of 860 |
Augustus, for splashing his soup,
Was put for the night on the stoop;
In the morning he'd not
Repented a jot,
And next day he was dead of the croup.
-- Edward Gorey
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Freebsd Limericks: 292 of 860 |
Back in the days of old Adam
The grass served as mattress for madam,
And they spent the whole day
On the sex that today
They would bounce on box springs, if they had 'em.
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Freebsd Limericks: 293 of 860 |
Each Friday his engines abort,
But Scotty is never caught short.
He fills his machines
With space-navy beans,
And farts the ship back into port.
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Freebsd Limericks: 294 of 860 |
Each night Father fills me with dread
When he sits on the foot of my bed;
I'd not mind that he speaks
In gibbers and squeaks,
But for the seventeen years he's been dead.
-- Edward Gorey
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