A religious perv hailing from Gent
gave up masturbating for lent
lasting ’till the first morn
he succumbed to the porn
by eleven was rather quite spent
Shall we?
A religious perv hailing from Gent
gave up masturbating for lent
lasting ’till the first morn
he succumbed to the porn
by eleven was rather quite spent
You’re entitled to disagree but you’re wrong.
Once a pimpernel Flotus quite chic
In her coat – meant no harm – god that’s weak
Is she really that thick?
She did marry that prick
seems they all have that vicious cruel streak
A lesson to be learned methinks…
Well off friend of mine met this lass Daiy
a real gold digger, frightfully lazy
she would spend all his stack
weekly empty his sack
said he loves her I said “Mate you’re crazy!”
Ok not really…Honest
Lass I know back in school – Afrikaaner
could do quite awesome things with banana
they would make your eyes water
really not sure who taught her
if her mother knew it would alarm her
Just the one it won’t hurt.
A quite ravenous chap from Burundi
Gorged on pastries most weekdays bar Monday
when he’d feast on pork chops
steaks, pies chips and roll-mops
and leftovers he’d kept from last Sunday
Ooh yeah that it!
Once a cross dressing fellow from Dorset
thought he looked really great in a corset
It gave shape to his hips
Gave his bosom a lift
“make it tighter” he cried “really force it”
Hope you feel better soon.
Oh you poor little fellow, so sad
heard you piercing’s infected quite bad
and it’s likely you’ll lose it
lesson learned, don’t abuse it
how you’ll miss what you lost that you had
So good on your skin
A large fellow who thought “well alrighty”
When alone would slip on his wife’s nighty
Loved the soft silken feel
Made him quiver and squeal
Lace clad 300 pounds, most unsightly
Let’s continue the inappropriate theme
A hardworking hooker, not picky
about who’d she’d get hot and quite sticky
she jerked Nig, Claude and Fred
to Big Dave she gave head
slept with Tommy, Giles, Mark, Luke and Ricky
Go on you know you want to. It isn’t at all weird or anything,
Once a man who would give nought to charity
had a moment of soul searching clarity
gave up all he possessed
to the poor did divest
all his goods to try make up disparity
A request of sorts. Or was it a promise? Or a threat?
There once was a woman from Maine
loved her dog but it drove her insane
ate her chairs and the sofa
soiled her husband Bill’s loafer
doleful eyes insist he’s not to blame
Again, and this is the second time I have had to clarify such a matter in the last few days, but it is the dog that insists it was not to blame and not husband Bill. I am pretty sure Bill likes the dog and wouldn’t/culdn’t possibly pass solids into his own best loafer’s just to discredit the dog. Thinking about it I am not sure how easy it would be to soil one’s own shoe. It would take a serious effort to land anything inside it I am sure. Well if anyone has any insights into such things please feel free to share.
Michael
Tuesday. Hmm. Never did like Tuesday.
Once a chap hated Tuesday, such dread
so he refused to get out of his bed
To sleep Monday, forlorn
and get up Wednesday morn
and between under blankets instead
Bingo wings…Nice!
Heard your gastric bypass went quite well
though you’re starving and grumpy as hell
silver lining they say
you’ll lose weight day by day
and you’ll sweat less so maybe won’t smell
I’m sure she isn’t alone in this…
Once a lover, convinced he was gifted
Said “I’m surely your best” and insisted
“Baby I’ll make you moan”
But if only he’d known
During sex to ex loves she oft drifted
All the ladies want a slice of his yummy goodness
There once was a woman from France
Asked a baker to go to a dance
As she really did want
His baguette and croissant
And his perfectly shaped vol-aux-vents
Happy Monday
A vile fellow wrenched Kids from their dads
Made republicans happy, so glad
Seems God wants it this way
Jesus hollered, “Hooray”
Satan said “and they say that I’m bad!”
It’s something I guess
There once was a woman form Neath
who gave up on her Godly belief
thoughts of wuthering heights
kept her up every night
oft cavorted way up on the heath
Why not eh. Been a while.
In a fight between Donald and Putin
There’s just one for who I’d be rooting
with his oiled up bare chest
versus Don is soiled vest
my money’s on Vlad, no disputing
until then, a cushion might help
Chap I know found it really quite tricky
to write age approp’ nice limericky
they’d end up quite obscene
make you wince howl and scream
with their love of the gross, vile and sticky
Go on you know you want to
Bloke I know goes on every diet
Fasting, juice, Atkinsons – oh he’ll try it
See it seems to not matter
Just gets fatter and fatter
Raids the fridge every night – he’ll deny it
We all need a little regret in our lives
A rum fellow who hailed from Phuket
Every day he would drink to forget
How his wife would cavort
With men at the resort
Hated swimming but loved to get wet
It is Monday after all.
A hormonal young teenager Ricky
who awoke every day rather sticky
and each morning’s first task
was a pretty tough ask
unglue him from his sheets – rather tricky
until then, a cushion might help
Heard you’re down in the dumps – hugs and smiles
seems you have a bad case of the piles
and they’re hanging like grapes
and your butt really gapes
eat more bran they’ll be fine in a while
It is Monday after all.
Lad I know, met a girl, made a pass
problem was uncontrollable gas
though quite perfectly suited
they’d make love and he tooted
now he’s single, well you can’t blame the lass
Just one more won’t hurt…
Newly married, bride said “you need practice”
she professed to be pure, such an actress
would have ended in tears
had he known through the years
she’d enjoyed far more pricks than a cactus.