Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
What is a sweater
Without a bust
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Ashes to Ashes
Dust to dust
If it weren't for pussy
My dick would rust
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Feel free to add on your limerick...
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
What is a sweater
Without a bust
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Ashes to Ashes
Dust to dust
If it weren't for pussy
My dick would rust
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Feel free to add on your limerick...
There was a young man from Nantucket,
Whose cock was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin, wiping spunk from his chin.
If my nose was a cunt I could fuck it.
When life throws you a curve ... Lean into it ...
Roses are freddish
Violets are bluish
If it weren't for the Catholics
We'd all be Jewish
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm felling quite horny
Do you fancy a screw
Roses are red
Violets are blue
STD's are contagious
So watch who you do
I didn't think!!! I experimented!!!
The roses have wilted
The violets are dead
The sugar bowl's empty
And so is your head.
They aint limericks dumbass.
Neither is this but it's funnier than everything else in this thread so far.
No, they aren't. Limericks are 5 lines, 1+2 rhyme, 3+4 rhyme, and 5 rhymes with 1/2. Thusly...
There was a young man from Bombay
Who molded a cunt out of clay
But the heat of his prick
Turned the clay into brick
And wore all his foreskin away
There was a young man from Nantucket
Who stuck his prick into a bucket
But he found it too loose
Even worse than his goose
So he was forced to bend over and suck it
Last edited by MSTRS; 28th November 2011 at 08:12.
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
When I first set eyes on the SV,
I thought god damn, that's the bike for me!
However I found the suspension so weak.
Made confident riders meek.
Seems good things from Suzuki just ain't meant to be![]()
There was a young lady from Leith,
Who would circumcise men with her teeth,
It wasn't for fame, Or love of the game
But to get at the cheese underneath.
There was a young lassie from Morton,
who had one long tit and one short 'en,
on top of all that, a great hairy twat,
and a fart like a six fifty Norton.
No body move... I dropped my brain
There was a young lady of Nottingham
Whose manners she'd wholy forgotten 'em
While at tea at the vicar's
She took off her knickers
Complaining she felt far too hot in 'em
=mjc=
.
taaaaaake two
I think that KB is fantastic
Where some think they're being sarcastic
Most of them know it
And most of them show it
Where really they're just tards and spastics
I didn't think!!! I experimented!!!
Mashman Mashman ye rotten bastard
Afore ye wrote, ye shoulda ask'd
All of KB, both girls and men
Instead of insults from yer pen
A bit o' nice woulda flabbergasted (and got you more green)
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
There once was a man from Peru
Whose limericks stopped at line two
I almost feel regret
For the troll of the trolls and trollettes
For the words that I bling
Really should sting
But it hasn't arrived just yet
I didn't think!!! I experimented!!!
A limerick should rhyme
Just pick the right line
Iambic pentameter as well
Can't rhyme it - oh hell
And meter is wrong this time
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
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