Freebsd Limericks: 832 of 860 |
To a weepy young woman in Thrums
Her betrothed remarked, "This is what comes
Of allowing your tears
To fall into my ears -
I think they have rotted the drums."
-- Edward Gorey
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Freebsd Limericks: 833 of 860 |
To bear offspring, Noah's snakes were unable.
Their fertility was somewhat unstable.
He constructed a bed
Out of tree trunks and said,
"Even adders can multiply on a log table."
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Freebsd Limericks: 834 of 860 |
To his bride a young bridegroom said, "Pish!
Your cunt is as big as a dish!"
She replied, "Why, you fool,
With your limp little tool
It's like driving a nail with a fish!"
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Freebsd Limericks: 835 of 860 |
To his bride said a numskull named Clarence :
"I trust you will show some forbearance.
My sexual habits
I picked up from rabbits,
And occasionally watching my parents."
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Freebsd Limericks: 836 of 860 |
To his bride said economist Fife :
"The semen you'll launch as my wife,
We will salvage and freeze
To resemble goat's cheese,
And slice for hors d'oeuvres with a knife."
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Freebsd Limericks: 837 of 860 |
To his bride said the keen-eyed detective,
"Can it be that my eyesight's defective?
Has the east tit the least bit
The best of the west tit,
Or is it the faulty perspective?"
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Freebsd Limericks: 838 of 860 |
To his bride, said the sharp eyed detective,
"Can it be that my eyesight's defective?
Is your east tit the least bit
The best of your west tit,
Or is it a trick of perspective?"
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Freebsd Limericks: 839 of 860 |
To his clubfooted child said Lord Stipple,
As he poured his post-prandial tipple,
"Your mother's behaviour
Gave pain to Our Saviour,
And that's why He made you a cripple."
-- Edward Gorey
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Freebsd Limericks: 840 of 860 |
Two anglers were fishing off Wight
And his bobber was dipping all night.
Murmured she, with a laugh,
"It's ready to gaff,
But don't break your rod which is light."
A couple was fishing near Clombe
When the maid began looking quite glum,
And said, "Bother the fish!
I'd rather coish!"
Which they did -- which was why they had come.
As two consular clerks in Madras
Fished, hidden in deep shore-grass,
"What a marvelous pole,"
Said she, "but control
Your sinkers -- they're banging my ass."
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Freebsd Limericks: 841 of 860 |
Two eager young men from Cawnpore
Once buggared and fucked the same whore.
But her partition split
And the blood and the shit
Rolled out in a mess on the floor.
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