Love wains, they try to
keeps it fresh in the bedroom
Things in tight spaces
Love wains, they try to
keeps it fresh in the bedroom
Things in tight spaces
Proof please
A keen mathematician, Tallulah
Would not let young boastful chaps fool her
Evidence, she’d insist
Even before they kissed
And checks both length and girth with a ruler
Just dirty
ONE A BANKER OF GOOD REPUTATION
LOVE HIS INTEREST, GUILTS, BONDS AND INFLATION
BUT IN PRIVATE INSISTED.
TO BE SLAPPED KISSED AND FISTED
BY PAID DWARVES, SUCH ORGASMIC SENSATION
You might want to get it looked at
Oh poor lamb heard you’ve got gonorrhoea
And the symptoms they seem quite severe
Now it burns when you piss
You’d not bargained on this
When you paid for that hooker, oh dear
Work is work…
An industrious hobo from Kent
.
had no home, not a box nor a tent
.
sold his bottom for cash
.
round his mouth, nasty rash
.
on cheap liquor his takings were spent
.
The heart wants what the heart wants…
Destined, sweet embrace
.
Two hearts entwined eternal
.
Love transcending time
Get well soon you mucky bugger
Get well soon hear you contracted syph
.
and its pungent and rancid don’t sniff
.
cos it’s looking quite green
.
get antibacs and some cream
.
stay downwind cos god you sure whiff
.
life…love…repeat
Soul mates, united
Made one across space and time
Different yet the same
ouchy!
Heard you had quite a tiff with your Zip
.
And the skin on your knob it did rip
.
And you screamed like a child
.
And your eyes they bulged wild
.
Left a rather deep gouge in the tip
.
on closer inspection….
Body builder on steroids, quite fit
.
The effect on his manhood quite shit
.
And it got really bad
.
Could not tell which he had .
A small dick or a really big clit?
Room for a small one?
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
Better wipe it down after use
Gym for sex addicts, rather discreet
Knew the way to get sluts to compete
had the things that they like
Custom exercise bike
With a dildo instead of a seat
Once a thirsty young lady called Chrissy
Loved her sodas, so fruity and fizzy
Guzzled daily and nightly
Woke up, bed most unsightly
Soaking wet, smelled quite rank, made her pissy
If only pork wasnt so yummy
A young Muslim was really quite shaken
When he realised he rather loved bacon
He tried to be devout
But he rather loved snout
Judgement day he is sure to be shakin’
There once was a doctor from Goole
Specialised in the gastric, no fool
Made a fortune in bums
Bowels, Intestines and tums
And continuing study of stool
Three for the price of one. A truly filthy bargain.
Okay…three for the price of one today…There was a young fellow from China
Met this lass with a massive vagina
he would rattle inside
she would say “It’s so wide,
try my butt hole, you wont find one finer”For every vagina based limerick I feel it should be balanced out with a penis based one. Just for good measure.A well endowed fellow called Scott
has a dick he could tie in a knot
animals he could make,
dogs, swords, flowers or snake
some girls found it incredibly hotAnd one more for good measure…lad I know, poor thing – anus quite wrecked
he hit forty so prostate got checked
turned out loved it so much
craved it poked, drilled and touched
far more pleasure that one might expect
Another day another limerick
A serial killer called Ned
Obeyed voices that screamed in his head
Then one day he just changed
And is no more deranged
Now writes food blogs on WordPress instead
Somethign from the archives
If you’ve read me for any length of time you know I love limericks. Why? Because they’re such whimsical fun.
Mostly they just kind of appear in my head you know, without much effort. I will think of a theme, find a couple of words that rhyme and they just magically appear. Or maybe I have a start or an end line that makes me chuckle and I take it from there.
Now, there are a lot of limericks I do not write that rattle around brain. Some are just awfully filthy and/or just go too far in terms of good taste and seem rather crass. The English language is somewhat to blame too, because how am I supposed to not think of the obvious when suck, luck and fuck all rhyme.
You try not to write a limerick about Donald trump having his bottom fiddled with when famous and anus also go perfectly well together. it is not an easy thing and I am a weak man. Mostly I like to write those ones on public lavatory walls or teach them to other people’s young children.
Alas I must though have some sort of filter because whilst I don’t mind offending people it should never be done just for the sake of offence.
Anyway, here are a few of the starting or ending lines from some of them them – feel free to perhaps make up your own using them.
Some starts
A well endowed teacher called Rick
An uncle quite fond of incest
A woman with breasts double D
A preacher man down on his luck
There once was a woman quite fussy
and how about a few endings…
and exploded all over her face
and a penis the size of a marrow
and collapsed into bed with her dad
and a clitoris the size of a grape
and removing a shoe from his anus
Enjoy
It’s all you get until the end of June. Just limericks. Because why not.
A butcher from Leeds who loved pies
Cant resist them, though trust me tries
Now his belly’s quite round
and his man boobs profound
and you should see the size of his thighs
Gotta look your best when you’re out killing people
Once a Tailor, and serial killer
Found pale soft skin quite the thriller
They would scream, how it hurts
As he turned them to shirts
And smart trousers, that he’d wear to dinner
Wash you bloody hands
Once a vet with unhygienic habits
Fondled gerbils and squirrels and rabbits
She got pink eye, and worse
Traumatised a poor nurse
As her bottom it writhed with fat maggots
ouchy
Hope this finds you somewhat on the mend
Hear it’s swollen quite close to the end
Feels like it may fall off
If you move fast or cough
And you near shit your pants when you bend
Gluten tolerant!!!!
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
A reminder that I did these once
Read here if you’re wondering “why the bloody hell is he writing fetish haiku?”
Maschalagnia
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Head down inhaling
hot musky heady odours
tangy on the tongue
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Armpits. Some people are get all amorous for pits. Fair enough I guess.
That will need antibiotics I imagine.
There once hailed a young man from Dublin
saw the doctor who said “It’s quite troubling,
that it’s looking most queer
could be syphilis I fear
as it’s covered in puss and is bubbling.”