Lit Limericks - one line at a time - 2

Each Saturday he played a gig
With bagpipe, kilt and crazy wig
The pipes raised a fuss
Crowd started to cuss
 
Each Saturday he played a gig
With bagpipe, kilt and crazy wig
Commando was he
 
Each Saturday he played a gig
With bagpipe, kilt and crazy wig
Commando was he
And rather hairy
 
Each Saturday he played a gig
With bagpipe, kilt and crazy wig
The pipes raised a fuss
Crowd started to cuss
So he took a break, smoked. a cig

Each Saturday he played a gig
With bagpipe, kilt and crazy wig
Commando was he
And rather hairy
But wow, that flesh caber is big!
 
Little Sue had nothing to do
So she took some pictures for you
As she struck a pose
 
Little Sue had nothing to do
So she took some pictures for you
As she struck a pose
A scent tickled her nose
 
Little Sue had nothing to do
So she took some pictures for you
As she struck a pose
A scent tickled her nose
‘‘Twas foul and fetid - it was poo! 💩
 
I once had a donkey named Jock,
Who differed from all of the flock
He could stand on two legs
 
I once had a donkey named Jock,
Who differed from all of the flock
He could stand on two legs
And drink from the dregs
 
I once had a donkey named Jock,
Who differed from all of the flock
He could stand on two legs
And drink from the dregs
While girls were in awe of his cock
 
She guzzled down gallons of cum
Whilst the look on her face always said yum
With a face full of goo
She had to go poo
 
After all, we can say this much
That limericks above lost their touch
This thread used to rock
 
After all, we can say this much
That limericks above lost their touch
This thread used to rock
Like Captain Kirk and Spock
 
After all, we can say this much
That limericks above lost their touch
This thread used to rock
Like Captain Kirk and Spock
And now even this one is such
 
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