Freebsd Limericks: 729 of 860 |
There was a young man who appeared
To his friends with a full growth of beard;
They at once said, "Although
We can't say why it's so,
The effect is uncommonly weird."
-- Edward Gorey
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Freebsd Limericks: 730 of 860 |
There was a young man who said "God,
I find it exceedingly odd,
That the willow oak tree
Continues to be,
When there's no one about in the Quad."
"Dear Sir, your astonishment's odd,
For I'm always about in the Quad;
And that's why the tree,
Continues to be,"
Signed "Yours faithfully, God."
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Freebsd Limericks: 731 of 860 |
There was a young man with a fiddle
Who asked of his girl, "Do you diddle?"
She replied, "Yes, I do,
But prefer to with two --
It's twice as much fun in the middle."
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Freebsd Limericks: 732 of 860 |
There was a young man with a prick
Which into his wife he would stick
Every morning and night
If it stood up all right --
Not a very remarkable trick.
His wife had a nice little cunt:
It was hairy, and soft, and in front,
And with this she would fuck him,
Though sometimes she'd suck him --
A charming, if commonplace, stunt.
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Freebsd Limericks: 733 of 860 |
There was a young man with one foot
Who had a very long root.
If he used this peg
As an extra leg
Is a question exceedingly moot.
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Freebsd Limericks: 734 of 860 |
There was a young miss from Johore
Who'd lie on a mat on the floor;
In a manner uncanny
She'd wobble her fanny,
And drain your nuts dry to the core.
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Freebsd Limericks: 735 of 860 |
There was a young monk from Siberia
Whose life got drearia' and drearia'
Till he did to a nun
What shouldn't be done
And made her a mother superia'.
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Freebsd Limericks: 736 of 860 |
There was a young monk from Tibet
And this is the damnedest one yet
His cock was so long
And incredibly strong
That he buggered six Greeks en brochette.
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Freebsd Limericks: 737 of 860 |
There was a young monk in Siberia,
Whose morals were very inferior,
He jumped on a nun
Which he shouldn't have done,
And now she's a Mother Superior.
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Freebsd Limericks: 738 of 860 |
There was a young monk of Dundee
Who complained that it hurt him to pee,
He said, "Pax vobiscum,
Now why won't the piss come?
I'm afraid I've the c-l-a-p."
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