Oh I hear that your feeling unwell
You got bit and it started to swell
Lets hope it’s not a spider
That then laid eggs inside ya
Cos they’ll burst out, that’s scary as hell
Incy wincy oh my bloody hell!
Oh I hear that your feeling unwell
You got bit and it started to swell
Lets hope it’s not a spider
That then laid eggs inside ya
Cos they’ll burst out, that’s scary as hell
Ooh what a lovely baguette you have sir
There once was a baker called Brad
Who was fancied by his girlfriend’s dad
The thought of his baguette
Brought him out in a sweat
And his cheese topped bread rolls drove him mad
Inappropriate and just a bit…meh
There once was a chap who loved cake
so much so that for sponges he’d ache
for panache he would pine
for gateau most sublime
fell in love with a lass who could bake
It’s saturday…not my best day for limericks.
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I don’t have a dog called Caper – Daily prompt
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Once a prudish young woman named Jude
Had a belly that seemed to protrude
It turned out to be gas
Cos she not let her ass
pass wind as he found it quite rude
I once worked with a woman called Cath
Didn’t shower and seldom did bath
god the stench from her pits
Tits and rank naughty bit
It’s not funny you so shouldn’t laugh
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Limericks? In the middle of the day? Surely not…
There once was a teacher named Tash
Who one day she did sprout a moustache
Cross her lip it did wend
And curl up at the end
Joined the circus and made loads of cash
There once was a farmer maned Bert
Loved his milk cows so much that it hurt
Went too far, made me shudder
What he did with that udder
Let’s just say that it caused quite the squirt…
There once was dancer called Shirley
Who’s pubes were quite thick and most curly
It was full and so plush
A most seventies bush
Who’d have thought for a creature most girly
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Bet you a tenner some people are on their knees right now saying this exact stuff!
Dear Jesus
Thank you for Our Potus Donald, and I pray you bless him as he does your divine will as he leads our great country. We pray you will strike down those that the devil brings against him as you struck down the Amalekites and killed all their women and children.
We ask that you will spare him from the temptation of porn stars and spankings because he is your vehicle and chosen by you and we believe in our hearts that you sent him to save our great nation from people using the wrong toilets and the sick and the poor who have no faith in your word and do not give 10% to the church.
We pray that you will allow the scales to drop from the eyes of the wicked press that distort your precious truths coming from your servant’s mouth and heavenly father we ask in the name of your son that you will stop babies being born in the ninth month because we know this is not your will.
We ask in the name of your son that you bless those republican leaders who are fighting in your name to remove from our land those that do not deserve to be part of the bounty you have blessed us with and we ask that you grant them travel mercies and they return safely to countries they left 20 years ago because they have probably been missed quite a lot.
We ask this in the precious name of your son Jesus Amen
Not a word of weirdness
Just a Welshman eating snails. SImple.
WWJD

I was this morning reminded of the scumbag that is Creflo Dollar, the preacher who, a couple of years ago, spent 63 million dollars (I put fifty in the limerick because it worked better ) on a new jet for his ministry.
Throw up all the arguments you like there is no justification ever that he should need to take money from people that he can travel spreading the gospel in a frigging Gulfstream. Yes there have been good deeds done but just how much more could he do if he was not spending money on multi million mansions, multiple Rolls Royce and jets.
The man and his organisation are truly predatory. You know, I do wish there was a hell because it would surely have a place for men like him.
Sadly, I still remember a time when I had some of his tapes you know. Glad those days are behind me that’s for sure.
One for Mr Walt as I know he rather enjoys these.
Old Donald once had this mate Steve
Who he says we should now not believe
Evidence, bit by bit
Says that Don’s in the shit
From his tweeting please grant us reprieve
Seems the Donald now thinks you have him to thank for Aviation’s safest year on record.
I wrote yesterday that “I will only post about Donald when he does something stupid, ridiculous or lies. Seems fair right…”
I may have to go part time at work to make time for all the writing that needs to be done. I rather enjoyed this tweet of his because it seems that the more insane his tweet the more harassed and under pressure he is and if this is anything to go by he is most certainly suffering, which is a nice thought.
Im hoping it’s given him a bit of an upset stomach and he keeps having to race off to the loo. Not like anyone takes him serious but he is even less believable when he has to keep asking…”Can I just take a moment, I really need a shit.” To which an aide will answer “but you just had a shit sir, is everything alright” to which he then answers “I make shits young man, the biggest shits. The best shits. Presidential shits.”
He is just about to go into how Hilary never stood a chance with the small shits she probably did and about to insist that hers were “barely a shart”and that the rumour of her once producing a steaming log after a particularly meat-heavy Thanks Giving are just fake poos when he realises it’s too late, turtle head has struck and he has kind of shit his pants.
again.
We can but dream people!
Seems the Donald now thinks you have him to thank for Aviation’s safest year on record.
I will only post about Donald when he does something stupid, ridiculous or lies. Seems fair right. This was not on my writing schedule at all but when I saw his tweet taking credit for the lack of aviation deaths in 2017…
Fear of flying? No worries, no sweat
seventeen was the safest year yet
no plane fell from the sky
thanks to Donald that’s why
surely the greatest Pres’ yet
Hmm. Not sure about sarcastic. Think I am better at just being frightfully rude.
Seems the Donald think he is to blame
that no planes crashed or engulfed in flame
The blokes clearly not well
eat a dick, go to hell
you’re a fool and quite clearly insane.
oh how great thou art in thine own eyes
You know by now how this goes right…
A fellow quite fond of gold showers
lay spread eagled and pissed on for hours
cos he loves human waste
smell, feel colour and taste
says he thinks it give him super powers
Heavens that just flowed out of me like a hookers hot liquid leavings…
Watch him pander, right wing evangelics
and the baby boom males, cold war relics
Nazi’s, those at the top
KKK and the GOP
He’s way worse than a mad ISIS cleric
But small hands will do that to a man
who grabs pussy whenever he can
and is mates with Roy Moore
whole likes kids by the score
and sends muslims away by the score
This is a new level of madness…
I awoke this morning to read that Donald has tweeted that given that it is going to be cold on the east coast of America on New Years eve that is proof against the arguments of global warming.
Are you fucking kidding me. Because he had Dinner last night does that mean there is no starvation out there across the planet. What about Science? Evidence? This fool does not even know the difference between climate and weather.
I read once that a people get the government they deserve and I have to ask myself what the hell did you Americans do to deserve this?
You know, I don’t think I can even do a limerick on this right now. Who’d have thought eh.
Fuck you Donald Trump and fuck anyone who supports you. You’re all idiots.
I think this would be fun read aloud all dramatic.
Oh Donald
Piss soaked and rancid monster
Eating the babies of the poor for breakfast
Fried, boiled or poached
Race doesn’t matter when it dribbles from your gaping rectum
You sit atop your mountain of ill gotten gains
Face contorted, scant comfort
Self proclaimed saviour of Christmas
Move over Jesus
the GOP have a new messiah
Cold shrivelled heart beats slowly
Small fingers reaching, searching
Stabbing at late night screens
Drifting into sleep
Dreaming of teens
Bring him your poor huddled masses
Tossed onto his raging fire
Warming himself
Cries music to his ears
Heartless Evangelicals applaud
A slow descent into madness calls
Paranoid, mind full of echoes
Until an end
Cold, feeding the worms
As feet dance merrily above
Crass childish sweary nonsense that barely rhymes properly
A POTUS loved by evangelic
praise Jesus hes orange, mesmeric
But to me hes a dick
a piss drenched racist prick
no better than an ISIS cleric
Now he reckons it’s Christmas he’s saved
so you better hope you have behaved
In the name of J Christ
he’s now after your wife
He requests her pussy waxed or shaved
Okay so theyre a bit clumsy but I kinda like them anyway 🙂
A quick Tuesday shenannigan
I know I’ve written about this stuff before but it remains fun to challenge myself to search for the perfect limerickian expression to encapsulate certain subjects. I’ll miss them when it is all over I am sure.
I believe he likes watching parades
and with family plays cards and charades
now this might seem quite mean
and to some most obscene
but I hope he gets cancer or aids
A quick Tuesday shenannigan
I know I’ve written about this stuff before but it remains fun to challenge myself to search for the perfect limerickian expression to encapsulate certain subjects. I’ll miss them when it is all over I am sure.
Anyway, given that its time for the Alabamians to potentially elect a serial molester to the senate here’s something a little longer. Limericks ahoy!
There’s this POTUS with wandering hands small
Seems he’s fondled women one and all
So watch out here he comes
Fondling grans, daughters, mums
‘cos he’ll grab yours fat, thin, short or tall
Young girls he gives to Roy his mate
Thinks at 14 they’re ready to date
He prefers them much younger
Such a vile paedo hunger
And soon could be in the Senate
Ron I bet Don would love Alabama
Cos he’d spend all day fondling your gramma’
And he bring round some teens
And you’d cream in your jeans
And then head off to church with your Mamma
But it’s fine, the GOP say its forgiven
By the saviour, apparently risen
And besides they’re just men
Least they’re not a damned Dem
It’s the Clinton’s who should be in prison…
Just a few thoughts on everyone’s favourite tangerine molester.
A fellow called Donald, well travelled
Took to twitter as shit it unravelled
Makes no sense, spewing rage
His brains gone, it’s his age
Leaves us wondering, sad and quite baffled
Shall we have another?
There once was a Potus, Don T
Who its rumoured has showered in pee
Let it run down his back
Twixt his legs, through his crack
Hence the tone of his skin don’t you see?
Happy Monday!
just a few bits and pieces
A chap with a taste for wild nights
bought a hooker in basque and black tights
unprotected he played
wife found out that he’d strayed
came home scratched and all covered in bites
Young lovers but still in their teens
hormones on fire and tight jeans
got knocked up by mistake
what a big one to make
Oh well, so much for all of your dreams
A POTUS hailed “Son of a bitch”
as the players stood firm on the pitch
don’t you dare take a knee
it’s offensive to me
and my white privileged buddies, all rich
Such a non event that it doesn’t even get a picture.
There I was about to write a post on the subject of “Even more tales of alien probing” when I realised that this was going to be my 200th post. 95 days have passed since I published Armitage and wow has it flown.
My first instincts were that this should be something special, perhaps reflecting on my experience but I have done that a few times already and can’t be bothered to do it again. I considered writing about all the fabulous folk who’s work I have liked or the WordPress community I feel a part of but decided against that also.
I think I would prefer to simply pass the event by, as I do my birthdays as I get older, and not put any expectation on myself. I write much better when I am simply making up nonsense and waffling on with abandon.
Maybe when I hit 500 posts I might do something special but for now, nothing to read here, a total non event on every level.
Move along…
Michael
p.s. Okay, maybe just a limerick because you’ve taken time to give it a read.
A woman from work, Laura Nook
turned to whoring to make a quick buck
On her back making cash
till she got quite a rash
and then syphillis and aids, what bad luck
Another day another limerick.
This week the lunchtime limerick subject will be desire or something kind of inappropriate.
I seem to hate Trump, ghastly man
And I write of his deeds when i can
I should really relax
but he seems to hate blacks
and the poor and the sick and Islam
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Another day another limerick.
This week the lunchtime limerick subject will be desire or something kind of inappropriate.
Orange faced oaf of much note
looks to hide how he’s stolen your vote
picking fights, talking shite
big applause from the right
“Crooked Hilary lost” hear him gloat.
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Another day another limerick.
This week the lunchtime limerick subject will be desire or something kind of inappropriate.
A house wife from Bradford called Jess
Caught her hub one day wearing a dress
How it made her eyes pop
So he’s having the op
Now her Trevor’s becoming a Tess
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Another day another limerick.
This week the lunchtime limerick subject will be desire or something kind of inappropriate.
There once was a kid, quite forlorn
Found a stash of his fathers best porn
Now he’s happy and glad
but his father’s quite mad
Cos the pages are sticky and torn
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Another day another limerick.
This week the lunchtime limerick subject will be desire or something kind of inappropriate.
There once was a chap from Japan
loved a lady but also a man
got the best of both worlds
when he found this Thai girl
called Petunia, but used to be Stan
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