A perverted yet grateful lass Julie
In bed, poo obsessed and unruly
Do a crap on your chest
In it sign “All the best,
Twas surely a real treat, yours truly.”
Not sure if this is a thing but I am sure it is somewhere. It works if you get the rhythm. Not that you want to . You’ve been warned.
A perverted yet grateful lass Julie
In bed, poo obsessed and unruly
Do a crap on your chest
In it sign “All the best,
Twas surely a real treat, yours truly.”
Something for the weekend.
Horny friend of mine met this girl called Grace
Adams apple and quite stubbly face
Such a shock he received
At night’s end quite deceived
Her explosion all over his face
Nasty nasty nasty
Handsome chap who could not afford rent
Hired his bottom out ’till it was spent
He was battered and bruised
prolapsed sphincter quite used
Lost his home still, now lives in a tent.
Yeah sorry. Really.
Amazonian lass with a fetish
Would see dwarfs and become rather wettish
Pygmies gave such delight
Kept her moist through the night
Watching ‘Wizard of Oz’ left her peckish.
To help you through the day…
A sensual baker, filth thinker
She would quite often play with her sphincter.
But could not sell her cakes
‘cos suspicious brown flakes
and the smell, frankly none’s more distincter.
It’s somethign I guess.
Jerome, a young fellow from Bruges
had a passion for bobsleigh and luge.
In tight lycra he dressed,
ladies swooned most impressed
as his bulge was eye wateringly huge.
Cavernous!
Once a fellow woke up scared n screamin’
as he thought that he’d ran out of semen
with a groan and a thrust
just a moan and some dust
double checked, such relief, only dreamin’
Cavernous!
“Check your prostate” my friend’s wife insisted
so he went pants, dropped face red and twisted
he enjoyed it so much
and went home and begged such
that each night he’s oiled up, roughly fisted
A quickie for you if you’re in the mood…
A buxom young barwench or olde
had a knack of securing men’s gold.
Of her assets quite proud
she’d stand out in a crowd
end even more so when it’s cold.
Actually, it’s just gone Monday…
I am finally getting around to putting my limericks into a book. Or some at least. There are about 600 on here so I have plenty to choose from. I think I will call the book “Inappropriate”.
It’s funny going through them because mostly I do not remember them at all…Here are a few I did that I think tell you where I am heading with this.
African crisis I never
have seen such despair, no not ever.
Drought, pain, loss, civil war,
HIV, death and more.
But hey, least they’ve got lovely weather.
I fellow I know, a romancer.
Lovely wife, healthy kids and great dancer.
Had it all so he thought
but it all came to nought
when he died really young of bowel cancer.
A fellow joined up and no doubt
A true patriot so he shipped out.
Lost his legs to a mine,
had some made now he’s fine,
and he always gets parked when he’s out
Actually, it’s just gone Monday…
Once a hairy young lady called Betty
When aroused became musty and sweaty
she’d be down on all fours
as it oozed from her pores
wet and matted, hair hung like spaghetti
Happy Saturday!
Once a crossdressing builder from Dorset
loved to squeeze himself into a corset
he would tape up his bits
wear a fake pair of tits
but still build you a wall, fix a fawcet
Not that I’d mind particularly
A hirsuite young woman called mary
dark thick armits of hair, rather scary
curly thick and full bush
and my goodness her toosh
hair as thick and as long as a prairie
Rather rude and inappropriate.
An adventurous fellow each friday
would eat cock, twas his sexual bi-day
through the rest of the week
mostly pussy he’d seek
though each wednesday was anus cream pie day
Before you say anything…It’s Thursday where I am.
A philandering chap from Belize
would bed women with greatest of ease
unprotected, no fear
now he has gonporrhoea
and it burns just like fire when he pees
Count your blessings!
Once a fellow, most poor, from Calcutta
ate his meals from the bins and the gutter
closed his eyes, fantasised
as ate leftover pies
vindaloo, mouldy bread, maggot butter
To help you through the day…
Once a woman from Abergavenny
took two lovers. Or four. Well so many.
that she simply lost count
of the chaps she would mount
just not choosy she’d take mostly any
And with a religious theme
Once a fellow most holy and pious
who’s wife like a desert was dry as
till she found masturbation
with the male congregation
For the larger of girth, had a bias
It’s better than a punch in the tit I guess…Just about.
Once a chap, a big fan of fake boobs
fake vaginas, dildos and fruit lubes
would stay home every night
enjoy solo delight
placing things inside all of his tubes
Just like limerick Tuesday really. Just with added scrotum.
A quite well endowed fellow from Bude
loved to wander his house in the nude
‘cross the way were appalled
at his huge cock and balls
which he swung in a fashion most lewd
Permit me this one I have been frightfully grown up this week.
Once a grocer consumed with dark greed
rubbed bananas when he had the need
squeezed his nuts, groped his plums
slid courgette’s twixt his buns
Watermelon? He swallowed the seed
😉
It’s Monday here already…
Emotions intense
Ebb and flow like oceans deep
Unpredictable

Nasty. Real nasty…
A young grocer, reserved and upright
returned late from a hard day one night
Lonely wife had got kinky
left a cucumber stinky
and two aubergines covered in shite
It’s been a week. Let’s have one shall we…It works if you make Peking rhyme with squeaking trust me…
Once a buggery fan born in Peking
one day woke found his sphincter was leaking
used a cork from some rum
rammed it straight up his bum
worked a treat, when it walked made a squeaking.
I’m gonna screw you haiku your brains out. Sorry, just slipped out…
Such hyperbole
Overestimates prowess
A god amongst men
