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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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Freebsd Limericks: 842 of 860 |
Two roosters in one of our pens
Found their pricks were no larger than wens.
As they looked at their foreskins
And wished they had more skins,
They discovered they'd both become hens.
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Freebsd Limericks: 843 of 860 |
Under the spreading chestnut tree
The village smith he sat,
Amusing himself
By abusing himself
And catching the load in his hat.
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