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Lusty Lasting Little Limerick Love Link


Lusty Lasting Little Limerick Love Link


One day, while the nightclub played blues,
Hugh decided to ravish Lou Hughes,
cried she, 'I suppose
there's no time for my clothes,
but please let me loosen my shoes.

for in_decency may one refuse,
the rules of politeness abuse,
yet the lowest of lows
one is held if the pose
is not held when you take off your trews!

About etiquette have you no clues?
I prefer, him or her, when I choose!
but my orgasm flows
through your root, grows and glows
in this lustlight, lets rush to the loos! â€Â

Are you time for his or her clothes but please let him or her loosen his or her shoes? Oh yeah, we were talking about etiquette have you no clues . Granny
Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Around her knees into each ear
And up nose as well he or she fear

All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top seems very nice to me too.

Friday Is Limerick Day


There once lived a poet named George
near the Falls of Carnarvon Gorge.
He ran out of ideas
and to us it appears
that he secretly started to forge.

So he copied from Chaucer and Suess
which of course was a blatant abuse.
When he went to the printer
in the middle of winter
he'd manufactured his noose.

In the bookstore he sat, smugly signing,
many copies, the people were lining
all the streets from the park
until way after dark,
with the moon and the streetlights shining.

At the stroke of the midnight hour
from the clock of the old Limerick Tower
through the door wandered Suess
with an ancient recluse
and for George the whole world went sour.

Herbert Nehrlich

The stroke of the midnight hour
from the clock of the old Limerick Tower
through the door wandered Suess
with an ancient recluse
and for George the whole world went sour is where it's at.

The Fisherman's day limerick

When the sun has set and the fish are gone,
The fisherman's day will still live on,
Telling a tale
Is not a lie
It's the size of the trout and not of the fly.


Mike's Limerick

There once was a fisher named Mike,
Whose adventures ranged from salmon to pike,
He shaved the barbs of his hooks,
So no fishes he took,
And in his journal he could write what he like.


A Fishy Limerick

Little fishy in the brook,
Come and nibble on my hook,
If I am patient,
And you are fooled,
You'll soon be a drop-out of fishy school.

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