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06/15/2023 πŸ’₯πŸ’₯Filthy Limerick AlertπŸ’₯πŸ’₯   1 comment

I’ve been promising for some time to post a few bawdy limericks and today’s the day. These four limericks can be rated either “R” or “X” depending on the reader. If you have any children who use your computer, make sure they don’t get to see these. I don’t have much more to say about this post because believe me, it speaks for itself. I hope all of you who requested this posting (and you know who you are) appreciate how uncomfortable it makes me to post this. So here we go.

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There was a young man of Nantucket

Whose prick was so long he could suck it.

He said with a grin,

As he wiped off his chin,

“If my ear were a pussy, I’d fuck it.”

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There was a young fellow named Meek

Who invented a lingual technique.

It drove women frantic

And made them romantic,

And wore all the hair off his cheek.

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There once was a handsome young seaman

Who with ladies was really a demon.

In peace or in war,

At sea or on shore,

He could certainly dish out the semen.

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There was a young lady named Hilda

Who went for a walk with a builder.

He knew that he could,

And he should, and he would –

And he did – and he goddamn near killed her.

πŸ’₯πŸ’₯πŸ’₯

I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM

08/25/2022 πŸ’₯Limerick AlertπŸ’₯   2 comments

Let’s put an end to this week with a few cute and clean limericks. While most of us really enjoy the racier limericks there are many readers out there who enjoy a tamer version. Here we go . . .

There was an old man of Nantucket

Who kept all his cash in a bucket.

But his daughter named Nan,

Ran away with a man,

and as for the bucket, Nantucket.

😜😜😜

The bottle of perfume that Willie sent

Was highly displeasing to Millicent.

Her thanks were so cold

They quarreled I’m told,

Through that silly scent Willie sent Millicent.

πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒ

A flea and a fly in a flue

Were caught, so what could they do?

Said the fly, “Let us flee.”

“Let us fly,” said the flea.

So, they flew through a flaw in the flue.

πŸ˜—πŸ˜—πŸ˜—

There once were two cats of Kilkenny,

Each thought there was one cat too many.

So, they fought, and they fit,

And they scratched and they bit,

Till instead of two cats there weren’t any.

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TGIF