Freebsd Limericks: 459 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Fyfe
Whose marriage was ruined for life,
For he had an aversion
To every perversion,
And only liked fucking his wife.
Well, one year the poor woman struck,
And she wept, and she cursed at her luck,
And said, "Where have you gotten us
With your goddamn monotonous
Fuck after fuck after fuck?
"I once knew a harlot named Lou --
And a versatile girl she was, too.
After ten years of whoredom
She perished of boredom
When she married a jackass like you!"
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Freebsd Limericks: 460 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Gene
Who first picked his asshole quite clean.
He next picked his toes,
And lastly his nose,
And he never did wash in between.
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Freebsd Limericks: 461 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Gluck
Who found himself shit out of luck.
Though he petted and wooed,
When he tried to get screwed
He found virgins just don't give a fuck.
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Freebsd Limericks: 462 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Goody
Who claimed that he wouldn't, but would he?
If he found himself nude
With a gal in the mood
The question's not woody but could he?
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Freebsd Limericks: 463 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Grant
Who was made like the sensitive plant.
When they asked "Do you fuck?"
He replied, "No such luck.
I would if I could, but I can't."
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Freebsd Limericks: 464 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Grimes
Who fucked his girl seventeen times
In the course of a week --
And this isn't to speak
Of assorted venereal crimes.
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Freebsd Limericks: 465 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Harry,
Had a joint that was long, huge and scary.
He grabbed him a virgin,
Who, without any urgin',
Immediately spread like a fairy.
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Freebsd Limericks: 466 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Hatch
Who was fond of the music of Bach.
He said: "It's not fussy
Like Brahms and Debussy;
Sit down, and I'll play you a snatch."
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Freebsd Limericks: 467 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Kimble
Whose prick was exceedingly nimble,
But fragile and slender,
And dainty and tender,
So he kept it encased in a thimble.
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Freebsd Limericks: 468 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Meek
Who invented a lingual technique.
It drove women frantic,
And made them romantic,
And wore all the hair off his cheek.
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