The poet comments, "This page rules!"
There once was a man from New Haven.
For a good piece of ass he was cravin'.
So he plopped it in mud,
And gave it a thud,
And said "Just think of the money I'm savin'"!
A naughty young lass from Largo
Wondered how far that he'd go?
So she pulled down her pants,
And they were covered in ants,
And they ate most all of his cargo!
My gal is a wondrous lass,
She'll lick both my balls and my ass.
If I cum (and it's small)
She will swallow it all -
That girl has some kind of class!
Bobby, if you submit your limericks all in CAPITAL LETTERS again, you will be flogged.
Said Slick Willy to the former Miss Rodham
The poet comments, "This has potential, but the last line is a bitch. Any suggestions?"
Toast Point likes the original!
No, Xplosvman, no dead whores!
There was a old man they called Kevin,
Up his ass he could take at least seven!
His piles were bad,
And made him quite mad,
When sometimes they'd sneak in eleven.
I pray for an internet banThe poet comments, "Limericks that don't meet the test of meter or rhyme should be banned."
Toast Point agrees, but in fairness, posts them anyway. Once posted, other poets can ridicule the sender with their own perfectly-scanned limericks.
Poor Morris, whose pals call him DickThe poet comments, "Inspired by the Dick Morris (Clinton's ex political advisor) and Sherry Rowland scandal."
An elegant erudite Yankee
Kept a condom wrapped up in his hankie -
He boyscoutly declared,
"I'm always prepared
For sneezes or safe hanky-panky!"
Dolly Parton has two daffodils.
When she stands, and I sit, I get chills.
When she starts to sing,
I say, "Ring-a-ding-ding,
I will lift up mine eyes to the hills."
Descartes sat down for a beerThe poet comments, "For all of you who majored in philosophy..."
"It's almost perfect!", the Sage remarks. "How about a rhyming third line, like:
Suggesting a kink or
She grabbed for his dink
Whaddya think?
They tell of a lass named HuntThe poet comments, "Since you won't accept the "green meat" one anymore......"
The poet comments, "Pentatette publishes good limericks, if you are a member. Box 365, Moffett, CA 94035. $20 a year. This is a group from Mensa, but anyone can join."
The Sage comments, "It's great, except for the scansion.".
Said a nun to the Mother Superior
"You have such a nice placid exterior,
"But right now," she said,
"We should head for the bed,
And explore your more fiery interior."
The Web just has boundless erotica!
Lots of trash, but also exotica.
So I'd much rather surf
Than just roll on the turf.
It's so different it gives you habotica.
When one wants to purchase a teddy
One really must get oneself ready.
A fluff of the hair
Up here and down there,
And perhaps a quick fling with my Freddie.
I once had an outfit of leather
Which couldn't survive rainy weather.
The pants when they shrank
Gave my jewelry a crank,
My soprano scream rose from the heather.
They tell of a lass named Regina
Who danced a real mean macarena.
As she stripped off her clothes,
Her best points to disclose,
Said, "I'd rather a dance that's obcena' ".
Irrepressable Vidal Sassoon,
On a fantasy trip to the moon,
Tried to titillate Venus
By disguising his penis
As an elegant, golden bassoon.
Toast Point, an amateur bassoonist, titters.
I'm not married; I still live alone.
The poet comments, "Do all you guys know about Pentatette?"
Toast Point and the Sage both shake their heads.
A little old lady from Greece,
A young man with a fine set of balls
Was scratching them in a barn stall.
The animals there
All stopped and they stared
At the pitchfork that on he did fall.
There once lived a fine lass named June
There once was a poet named Jeeves
The poet comments, "Sorry if I got carried away!"
Toast Point grins, "I've just seen it too many times, and it's
so hard cleaning the keyboard when you barf on it."
I've heard a new drug has been bornThe poet comments, "They'll do anything to get people to watch those political debates!"
The poet comments, "I saw a couple of postings of "Alice . . .", but I thought I'd post my favorite variation. The repetition of the "allas" followed by the reversal to two "assle"s before the final rhyme is just ducky ennit."
Said a diver, "Cousteau, you're a clown,The poet comments, "In response to Rowdy Jack's Cousteau verse."
The poet comments, "My favorite version of Dr. Root's classic of 9/12."
Oolong? Earl Grey? Where's Constant Comment?
There once was a man from Molass
His balls were made of brass
In stormy weather
They'd cling together
As lightning shot out of his ass!
The poet comments, "SICK, SICK, SICK"
The government is always right,
For their people, they'll stand up and fight,
If you believe this,
Then you must be quite pissed,
For they'd fuck you, and then say you're tight!
See Toast Point's note below with Bobby's variation.
There was a man called Delzanic,
Whose girlfriend would suddenly panic -
We don't really know why,
He was such a nice guy,
He'd been down on everything but the Titanic!
Old Willy was kind of well-built,
You could tell by the tilt in his kilt -
It had a nice bulge,
As you probably could judge,
It was ten inches long to the hilt!
I once had an outfit of leather,
But I thought that suede was much better,
So I bought me a jacket,
But I couldn't hack it,
Because it tickled my tits like a feather!
Said a nun to the Mother Superior,
I'd like to get it in the interior,
But my pussy's real sore,
For I once was a whore -
So I better get it up the exterior!
They tell of a lass named Regina,
Who said everything's fine in Carolina,
But when I got there,
She was covered in hair,
Except for her smelly vagina.
Poor Oprah was arrested at the airport,
They found dope piled high in a stack,
When they lifted her dress,
It was a terrible mess,
Because they found forty pounds of crack!
Airport/stack?
There was a woman from Kartoom,
That fucked herself with a broom.
Now when she farts,
Her legs fly apart,
And she shits all over the room!
The dirt on this web is atrocious,
I think I'll have to for goes yus,
I tried once before,
But you son of a whore,
I like it too much, that you know yus.
Completely baffled.
There once was a girl called Doris,
Whose cunt was all full of sores.
The dogs in the street
Wouldn't eat the green meat
That hung like gobs from her clitoris.
This one, and its variation above, are so revolting that Toast Point is going to ban it from the contest from this point on. Various incarnations have appeared several times on these pages, and each one makes him gag.
While pulling my pork it turned red,
I thought I had died and was dead,
I was ready to cum,
But I felt so darn dum,
Because I pissed on myself instead.
The woman who came from Belize
Had pubic hair down to her knees
The crabs in her twat
Tied it in a knot
And constructed a flying trapeze!
They tell of a lass named Regina
Who fucked half of North Carolina -
She became very rich
But developed an itch
And sores all over her vagina!
The lady from Katmandu
Preferred a stiff drink over a screw.
One led to the other
And now she's a mother -
Let this be a lesson to you!
The submitter comments, "From off the internet."
Rhubarb comments, "Classics should also be eligible for a GOLD STAR too!"
Toast Point responds, "Classics, such as The Man From Nantucket, are already gold-star material - that's why they're classics! In this contest, gold stars are reserved for original entries. If you're submitting an original entry for someone else (for instance, did Mr. Storer write that limerick?), list the other person as the author, check the "Did you write it yourself" box, and make a note in the comments section that you're the author's proxy. Then the limerick will be eligible for competition."
There was a faggot from San Fransisco
Who passed out in an all-gay disco
He awoke on the floor,
And he felt pretty sore,
'Cause his ass was all covered in Crisco!
He nut in her eye?
There once was a man named Chico
Who thought he was all suave and rico
But all the girls say
To his ego's dismay
His taquito is muy poquito!
The poet comments, "For all you non Spanish speaking people, muy poquito means 'very small.'"
JJ, your other classic falls under the "dead whore in a cave" rule and was not posted.
The chauvinist said, "don't you see,The poet comments, "If women and men are the same except for the plumbing, then why do women maintain that men don't understand them?"
There once lived an angler named Ed