Shall we? A Thursday limerick perhaps?

Nearly Friday people!

Once a man with quite bad diabetes

could not resist cake, chocs or sweeties

With abandon he’d feast

till his piss smelled like yeast

and he lost all the toes from his feeties

 


I have no idea if ones piss smells like yeast if one is diabetic I just rathee renjoyed the line…

 

 

 

 

A limerick that has nothing to do with Monday.

But it does mention other beastly things

A young couple with dreams and such hope

Went to shit ‘cos of booze, sex and dope

He would drink, shit the bed

so she’d hump his mate Ted

and would pop round next door for a grope

 

 

 

 

Monday Limerick for you.

Nothing weird or dirty. Hmm actually it’s pretty rubbish because of that.

Once a fellow who so dreaded Monday

as twas nowhere as much fun as Sunday

against Friday it pailed

next to Saturday failed

even Tuesday was way better fun day.

 

Hmm that is pants so here’s another.

 

Once a cardinal, proud of his choir

found the lads set his loins quite on fire

he could just not resist

when his large ring they kissed

how his mind swam with sinful desire