Limericks
There once was a poor man named Crocket,
Whose balls got caught in a socket.
His wife was a bitch,
So she cranked on the switch,
And Crocket took off like a rocket!
There was a young dancer, Priscillla,
Who flavoured her cunt with vanilla.
The taste was so fine,
Men and beasts stood in line,
Including a stud armadilla.
There was an old count of Swoboda,
Who would not pay a whore what he owed her.
So, with great savoir-faire,
She stood on a chair,
And pissed in his whiskey-and-soda.
Helen Keller's pussy grew tight,
Masturbating alone late at night,
She rubbed that hot gland,
With just her left hand,
And silently moaned with her right.
The nipples of Sarah Strong,
When excited, are twelve inches long.
This embarrassed her lover,
Who was pained to discover,
She expected no less of his dong.
There was a young lady named Flo.
Whose lover had pulled out too slow.
So they tried it all night
'Till he got it just right.
Well, practice makes pregnant, you know.
There was a young lady from Brewster,
Who's ass was so nice that I goosed her,
But her panties were thin,
And my finger slipped in,
And it still just don't smell like it used ter.
There once was a man from Australia,
Who went on a wild bacchanalia.
He buggered a frog,
Two mice, and a dog,
And a bishop in fullest regalia.
Said a dainty young whore named Miss Meggs,
"The men like to spread my two legs,
Then slip in between,
If you know what I mean,
And leave me the white of their eggs."
There once was a young man named Gene,
Who invented a screwing machine,
Concave and convex,
It served either sex,
And it played with itself in between.