To write a good limerick ain’t hard
It should often leave listeners scarred
It is usually sick,
Mentions ass, twat, or dick,
And the last line will catch them off guard.
I invited an old whore to tea
And as we were discussing her fee
She gave me a shock
When she pulled out her cock
And announced she would fuck me for free.
I invited an old whore to tea
And as we were discussing her fee
She gave me a shock
When she pulled out her cock
And announced she would fuck me for free.
I met her last week. Slag......but cheap.....c'est la vie
A secret I’d like to unleash
That goes back to the days of Ganesh
Leaf trimmed from your flowers
Has wonderful powers
If sifted and pressed for hashish
Over the hill came piss pot Pete
23lbs of swinging meat
He threw the girl in the grass
Shoved his cock right in her ass
The girl was smart and blew a fart
And over the hill went piss pot Pete
With 17lbs of shredded meat
In days of old when knights were bold and rubbers not yet invented... they dumped their load upon the road and walked away contented.
Here I sit broken hearted
Came to shit but only farted.
There once was a man from Nantucket
His dick was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin
If my ear was a cunt I could fuck it.
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