A few weeks ago, I posted a number of limericks written in the World War II era. Your response was much better than I anticipated so I thought I’d dig up a few more from that same era to make you laugh and smile all these years later.

A WAVE who had duty at sea,

Complained that it hurt her to pee.

Said the Chief Bosun’s mate,

“That accounts for the fate

Of the cook and the captain and me.”

In the Army and Navy, the toast is

To the talented USO hostess

Who was diddled and screwed

While she tried to conclude

Which service she really liked mostest.

A female Nazi from Bredo

Advances her sinister credo,

By displaying her charms

During air raid alarms,

Inflaming the warden’s libido.

An oversexed G.I. in France

Decided to take just a chance,

But the fairest of foxholes

In Paris are pox holes,

And now he’s got France in his pants.

💥💥💥

WAR IS TRULY HELL