Freebsd Limericks: 520 of 860 |
There was a young girl of Asturias
With a penchant for practices curious.
She loved to bat rocks
With her gentlemen's cocks --
A practice both rude and injurious.
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Freebsd Limericks: 521 of 860 |
There was a young girl of Batonger
who diddled herself with a conger,
When asked how it feels
To be pleasured by eels
She said, "Just like a man, only longer.
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Freebsd Limericks: 522 of 860 |
There was a young girl of Cah'lina,
Had a very capricious vagina:
To the shock of the fucker
"Twould suddenly pucker,
And whistle the chorus of "Dinah."
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Freebsd Limericks: 523 of 860 |
There was a young girl of Cape Cod
Who dreamt she'd been buggered by God.
But it wasn't Jehovah
That turned the girl over,
'Twas Roger the lodger, the dirty old codger,
the bugger, the bastard, the sod!
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Freebsd Limericks: 524 of 860 |
There was a young girl of Cape Town
Who usually fucked with a clown.
He taught her the trick
Of sucking his prick,
And when it went up -- she went down.
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Freebsd Limericks: 525 of 860 |
There was a young girl of Coxsaxie
Whose skirt was more mini than maxi.
She was fucked at the show
In the twenty-third row,
And once more going home in the taxi.
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Freebsd Limericks: 526 of 860 |
There was a young girl of Darjeeling
Who could dance with such exquisite feeling
There was never a sound
For miles around
Save of fly-buttons hitting the ceiling.
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Freebsd Limericks: 527 of 860 |
There was a young girl of Des Moines
Whose cunt could be fitted with coins,
Till a guy from Hoboken
Went and dropped in a token,
And now she rides free on the ferry.
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Freebsd Limericks: 528 of 860 |
There was a young girl of Detroit
Who at fucking was very adroit:
She could squeeze her vagina
To a pin-point, or finer,
Or open it out like a quoit.
And she had a friend named Durand
Whose cock could contract or expand.
He could diddle a midge
Or the arch of a bridge --
Their performance together was grand!
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Freebsd Limericks: 529 of 860 |
There was a young girl of East Lynne
Whose mother, to save her from sin,
Had filled up her crack,
To the brim with shellac,
But the boys picked it out with a pin.
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