Freebsd Limericks: 383 of 860 |
There once was a member of Mensa
Who was a most excellent fencer.
The sword that he used
Was his -- (line is refused,
And has now been removed by the censor).
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Freebsd Limericks: 384 of 860 |
There once was a miner named Dave,
Who kept a dead whore in his cave.
She was ugly as shit,
And missing one tit,
But think of the money he saves.
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Freebsd Limericks: 385 of 860 |
There once was a monk of Camyre
Who was seized with a carnal desire
And the primary cause
Was the abbess's drawers
Which were hung up to dry by the fire.
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Freebsd Limericks: 386 of 860 |
There once was a newspaper vendor,
A person of dubious gender.
He would charge one-and-two
For permission to view
His remarkable double pudenda.
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Freebsd Limericks: 387 of 860 |
There once was a plumber from Leigh
Who was plumbing his maid by the sea.
Said she, "Please stop plumbing,
I think someone's coming!"
Said he, "Yes, I know love, it's me."
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Freebsd Limericks: 388 of 860 |
There once was a pretty young Mrs.
Whose tearful but short story thrs.
Her mind lost its grasp -
Now she thinks she's an asp
And just sits in the corner and hrs.
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Freebsd Limericks: 389 of 860 |
There once was a queen of Bulgaria
Whose bush had grown hairier and hairier,
Till a prince from Peru
Who came up for a screw
Had to hunt for her cunt with a terrier.
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Freebsd Limericks: 390 of 860 |
There once was a reverend at Kings
Whose mind 'twas on heavenly things.
But his heart was on fire
For a boy in the choir
Whose buns were like jelly on springs.
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Freebsd Limericks: 391 of 860 |
There once was a sad Maitre d'hotel
Who said, "They can all go to hell!
What they do to my wife --
Why it ruins my life;
And the worst is they all do it well."
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Freebsd Limericks: 392 of 860 |
There once was a sailor named Gasted,
A swell guy, as long as he lasted,
He could jerk himself off
In a basket, aloft,
Or a breeches-buoy swung from the masthead.
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