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01/16/2025 πŸ’₯πŸ’₯1970’S LIMERICK ALERTπŸ’₯πŸ’₯   Leave a comment

Now that the new year has begun and the obligatory resolutions have been posted, I thought it would be nice to return to one of the mainstays of this blog, LIMERICKS! I have a large and varied collection but today I’ll be reaching way back to 1979 for some inspiration. I hope you enjoy them.

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A skinny old maid from Verdun

Wed a short-peckered son-of-a-gun.

She said, “I don’t care

If there isn’t much there.

God knows it is better than none.”

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There was a young fellow named Sweeney

Whose girl was a terrible meanie.

The hatch of her snatch

Had a catch that would latch –

She could only be screwed by Houdini.

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I sat next to the Duchess at tea.

It was just as I feared it would be:

Her rumblings abdominal

Were simply phenomenal,

And everyone thought it was me.

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Nymphomaniacal Alice

Used a dynamite stick for a phallus.

They found her vagina

In North Carolina,

And her asshole in Buckingham Palace.

😜

GOTTA LUV THEM 70’S

09/10/2024 πŸ’₯πŸ’₯SILLY LIMERICK ALERTπŸ’₯πŸ’₯   Leave a comment

Now that Labor Day has come and gone, we can all kick back, relax, and wait for the Fall foliage, then snow, and of course the string of holidays: Halloween, Thanksgiving, Hanukah, Christmas, New Years Eve and finally New Years Day. I’m exhausted already from just listing them all. Maybe I’m overdue for a two-month vacation to any remote island filled with topless native girls, beach feasts, and lots of grog and margaritas. But since that’s not happening how about we kick off the Fall season with a few “G” rated limericks.

My laptop, with skill and finesse,

has a brain that can beat me at chess.

But with no arms or body,

it stinks at karate.

Now please help me clean up this mess.

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I met a young spider named Deb,

who’s become quite a singing celeb.

When I asked how she’d grown

to be so well known,

she replied, “I’m all over the web!”

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Mom said our dog’s part retriever,

part collie, part badger and beaver,

and part German Shepherd,

part penguin, part leopard.

I’m nor sure if I should believe her.

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Biking, Mackensie once rode

down a street – heard a “pop” – and she slowed.

In discovering that

her front ire was flat,

she said, “Must have been that fork in the road!”

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SPECIAL THANKS TO BRIAN P. CLEARY