A limerick about stuff

As all good limericks should be. And some rubbish ones.

Epileptic priest had a dark twisted feeiling

found the choir boys quite cute and appealing

Touched himself, had a seizure

and like a yellowstone geyser

Ejaculated and splattered the ceiling

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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