Anyone for limer(l)icks?

[lovetoread]

Re: It's baaaaaaaack

Ouch.......

 

[ShamelessFlirt]

You thought THAT was bad?

There once was a vampires named mable
whoes periods came regular and stable
at every full moon
with the help of a spoon
she drank hreself under the table

 

[ShamelessFlirt]

there was a young man from bombay
who fashioned a cunt out of clay
the heat from his dick
turned it into a brick
and ripped all his foreskin away

 

[lovetoread]

Oh my gawd,Shamlessflirt, where did you get these ones from? I dont know whether to say gross,ouch,or oh gawd child,go get some help... <joking>

 

[ShamelessFlirt]

Disclaimer: The following in no way reflects my affections for LTR. I simply wanted to reply in verse ...


s'OK we all know I need help
though I'm no longer a young whelp
I still posess my wit
and I could give a shit
if my prose causes others to yelp

(No offense taken LTR )

I consider myself common folk
someone who can take a joke
because tone of voice cannot be heard
in written word
These things are worse written than when they are spoke

 

[lovetoread]

.

 

[ShamelessFlirt]

Begging is so unbecoming
from someone with beauty so mind numbing

is it really worth your time
to listen to me spout silly rhyme

Wouldn't you so prefer
to make a certain tuger purr?

 

[lovetoread]

.

 

[ShamelessFlirt]

My limericks are criminal
my messages subliminal
so it's a crime
when the amount of time
I spend on these is minimal

 

[Wryter47]

Old One

There was a young man from Madras
Whose balls were made out of brass.
When they clanged together
They played "Stormy Weather"
And lightning shot out of his ass.

 

[Wryter47]

One more...

When Lady Lowbodice swoons,
Her bubbies pop out like balloons.
But the butler stands by
With hauteur in his eye
And lifts them back in with warm spoons.

 

[lovetoread]

I miss Peterbilt.

 

[Slowlane]

There once was a man from Nizes
Who’s balls were of different sizes
One was so small
It was no ball at all
But the other won several prizes.

 

[Slowlane]

There once was a man named Noet
Who fancied himself a poet.
His poems weren’t funny
And he didn’t make any money
Because he always put too many words in the last line and they didn’t rime anyway.

 

[Guest]

An old lmierick

This is many, many years old!

There once was a lady from Norway
Who as she hung by her heels in the doorway
Said to her young man
Get off the divan
I think I've found one more way

Well, I've always liked it!

 

[The Gladheateher]

There once was a man named Sinclair
Who made love to a girl on the stair
The banister broke
He doubled his stroke
And finished her off in mid air