A woman got picked up and drugged
and a fellow got beaten and mugged
but I said to the wife
at least we’ve a good life
she said “you’re cold hearted”, I shrugged.
Not to be confused with limerick every other day of the week…
A woman got picked up and drugged
and a fellow got beaten and mugged
but I said to the wife
at least we’ve a good life
she said “you’re cold hearted”, I shrugged.
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
Hey you. Yes, you…
There once lived a plumber in Dorset
loved ladies and great with his fawcet
spanner, plunger and rod
was a handy old sod
and should it not fit, he would force it
Probably intentionally offensive if I am to be honest…
There once was a pervert from Leicester
who young boys on the web would try pester
He then became a priest
and on children would feast
now a cardinal, hell bound molester
Not to be confused with limerick every other day of the week…
A carnivorous chap from Tobruk
on the toilet he quivered and shook
for he would not eat greens
fibre, roughage or beans
and my god such a long time he took
This week I shall explore those ‘get well soon’ limericks I so enjoy.
Once a chap who lived south of the border
placed a custom job sex doll web order
Tiny mouth, googly eyes
nipples large, like pork pies
a big butt ‘cos he like his dames broader
This week I shall explore those ‘get well soon’ limericks I so enjoy.
Oh poor dear, heard the news, its reported
You’re unwell due to something you snorted
And your wife kicked you out
you picked up nasty gout
And to selling your ass you’ve resorted
This week I shall explore those ‘get well soon’ limericks I so enjoy.
Heard you had a problem with your zip
and your foreskin, it had quite the rip
that you sqealed like a pig
jumped around, did a jig
as you bled from your balls to the tip
Got you some nasty right here. Dare you to google tarmacking.
Once a lonely young fellow called Bertie
Placed an add, for a lass, “Rather dirty,
Some big dildos you’re packing
Into kink and tarmacking
Intense BDSM, and face squirting”
Oh and if you do search up tarmacking its not my fault. I don’t even know how I know about it and I wish I didn’t but alas, I do.
This week I shall explore those ‘get well soon’ limericks I so enjoy.
Hope you feel better soon, hear you’re hurting
That your tummy’s upset, shit’s been squirting
And the bed’s rather soiled
Sheets will need to be boiled
Disinfect the walls, carpet and skirting
This week I shall explore those ‘get well soon’ limericks I so enjoy.
Get well soon, heard you pick up a chill
get some tissues, perhaps take a pill
wrap up warm, watch TV
have some honey filled tea
Oh it’s cancer? Shit sorry I didn’t realise. I was told it was just a…What only a month? That’s all? Oh bloody hell mate I am sorry. How is the wife about it? Yeah I bet she needs some comforting. Don’t worry pal, I will look after her for you.
Sorry. It’s all this serious poetry I have been doing. It makes me do things. Bad things. You should see how skitish the cats are at the moment…