The unappreciated limerick

Poor Johnny was cursed with a schlong
That stayed hard all Saturday long.
But he kept that thing humming
As the women kept coming,
After twelve he was still going strong!
 
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I played hide and seek with her clit
I pulled back her hood—just a bit
She looked down in shock at her bulging girl-cock
Then I sucked her off lickety-split.
 
She said that I was quite a sneak
When I poked in-between her rear cheeks
I forgot all the jelly—I thrust in near her belly
She swore she was sore for a week!
 
The contest girls weren’t wearing clothes
They were blushing all nice shades of rose
The judges sniffed bush—and inhaled each tush
The winning girl won by a nose.
 
My new secretary’s really a pip
When I told her she needed to strip:
“Oh but sir: I’m a prude
Must I really work nude?!”
So I lifted her skirt to her hip.
 
My new girlfriend has 38Ds
And my: is she eager to please!
With those tits on my cock
I get hard as a rock
No, I really can’t call her a ‘tease.’
 
yes, for limericks i do have a thing
I adore the rhyming, the ring
of words so well chose
and worked into prose
for no purpose but to make our hearts sing
 
Emily and Wanda le tour de force,
minions of Eros and Pythos, of course,
When entwined, my god,
mere mortals are awed,
their skills on display, contain no remorse
 
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A limerick's punderous trait,
Is its words leave some readers irate.
They don't like its rhymes,
Or its humor at times,
So, ignominy is often its fate.
 
As ignonimious as they may be,
A limerick's a treasure to me
Succinct in their rhyme
as well as their time,
I adore them, that's so plain to see.
 
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A limerick, one night at a pub,
Met a sonnet across the hubbub.
"Hey girl," he said sweetly,
"Our rhymes don't fit neatly,
"But variety's the spice, that's the rub."
 
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