Saturday, March 29, 2008

A Taste of Money

A young hottie who snared rich old dude
Closed her eyes to his decrepitude
Unzipping his pants
Saw inheritance
But she gagged on the air of prunes, stewed


Norm Knott said...

A gas mask the young lady did don
And once again her knees she got on
By using the hose
She curled his toes
Cuz out all his innards she siphoned

surly hack said...

There's no stopping there?

There once was a guy named Knott, Norm
Whose limericks bore a rare form
He’d twisted his words
Like so many turds
They knocked us out like chloroform