arises from out of the gutter
Their every last vowel
is filthy and foulTheir mouths would melt far more than butter
Here at Limerwrecks we are often chastised for
not writing true 'blue' limericks. To that we say
"heck!" If you want the classic dirty limerick
there are plenty of other places to find them. We
love 'em too, but here at Limerwrecks we'll continue
to provide an kinder, gentler alternative, preferring
the double entendre to the explicit.
Here at Limerwrecks we are often chastised for
not writing true 'blue' limericks. To that we say
"heck!" If you want the classic dirty limerick
there are plenty of other places to find them. We
love 'em too, but here at Limerwrecks we'll continue
to provide an kinder, gentler alternative, preferring
the double entendre to the explicit.
11 comments:
Admit it, you Hack, you pose prude,
refusing to post something rude
But I know you better,
your words are four lettered
By anyone's standards, you're crude
My lips never utter a curse
Politeness I daily rehearse
I'm sweet and demure
Driven snow's not so pure
I swear all this, chapter and verse
Our own Little Lord Fauntelroy,
so chaste and so pure and so coy
He gets so upset
at each epithet
My god, he is such a kill joy
Oh why this fixation for foul,
obsessed with the loins and the bowel?
Lets have an injunction
'gainst bodily function
If not bring a much bigger towel
My patience you surely are taxin'
Our language you should be more lax in
Each word has its beauty
like pee-pee and doody
Relax, Jake, it's just Anglo-Saxon
Though beauty's in many a word
some language to others's preferred
Is "rose" just as sweet
to noses as "feet?"
Is "turd" held aloft like a "bird?"
Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird!
Aloft it is holding a turd
It scans down below
to see where to throw
this deeply discouraging word
If cow pies flew over the moon
no doubt faint of heart would all swoon
But what is amiss
with nonsense like this
is language meant for a saloon
Is this a saloon or salon?
How long must this discourse go on?
Discourse and disgust
To argue I must
To blather from hither to yon
You must be an expert on blather
you work yourself into a lather
We write tit for tat
me this and you that
There's much here to do that I'd rather
Tell me now, you would rather WHAT?
Your dangling unprincipled cut
has my forehead creased
You could have, at least
attempted to finish your thought
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