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best limmericks (may be offensive)
I was reading the thread on camp songs and it got me thinking. What are some good limmericks out there. My favorite is:
there once was a man from bandoo who fell asleep in a canoe he dreamt of venus and played with his penis and woke up covered in goo |
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Well, there is always the most filthy one (and the one that everyone jokingly only recites the first line of):
There once was a man from Nantucket Whose **** was so long he could **** it He said with a grin As he wiped off his chin If my ear were a **** I could **** it. |
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I have two favorites by other people, and a couple of favorites that I wrote.
The first I've seen attributed to Woodrow Wilson, but I have no idea if that's actually valid: I sat next to the Duchess at tea. It was all that I'd feared it would be. Her rumblings abdominal Were truly phenomenal And everyone thought it was me! Then one by the ever popular Anonymous: There was a young lady from Wight Whose speed was much greater than light. She went out one day In a relative way And returned on the previous night. My own two: Science: Archimedes was really quite clever. (He's the fellow who thought up the lever.) Because he did math While immersed in the bath We'll remember "Eureka!" forever. Escort Service: Dear sir, don't make yourself queasy. We assure you the lady's not sleezy. She'll wow all your friends And when the night ends, You'll find she's not cheap, but she's easy! EddyTeddyFreddy is the mistress of limericks on this board. She needs to get her rear in here! |
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Sort of a hijack...
The best I have seen recently was about the mispronounciation of "Hors' Dourves". The last line ended with the word "manouver". I can't find it anywhere. Little help? |
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One of my favorites (or at least the cleverest) was one of Isaac Asimov's:
A woman from North Carolina Stretched fiddle strings 'cross her vagina And with proper size cocks What was sex became Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D Minor. |
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Names have been fictionalized to protect the innocent:
There once was a Doper named Russ Who would always stir up a big fuss He could have played nice but instead He kept starting a Thread Called: “All Your Base Are Belong To Us.” |
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Ooops! I just thought I ought to run a search and it turns out there really is a Doper named Russ. I swear my Limerick has NOTHING to do with the real Russ. I'm sorry if the real Russ was offended. Perhaps the Mods can intervene and change it to Gus or something. (jeez, I hope there isn't a real Gus too!) |
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I wish I'd written it. |
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From college:
There once was a man from Eau Claire Who tried ******* his wife on the stair The banister broke But oh what a bloke He finished the job in mid-air!! and There once was a man from Racine Who invented a ******* machine Concave or convex It would take either sex But, oh what a bastard to clean!! Why is it alway men Then there was the caveman named Dave......... |
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Lukmeister...brilliant. Pictsiepat ....brilliant. If nothing else would get posted on here I am glad I started this thread just to hear those.
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I don't know if they're still in print, but Isaac Asimov had a series of books, among them Lecherous Limericks, More Lecherous Limericks and Limericks: Too Gross (the last being, of course, a collection of 288 limericks), which are worth looking for if you're a limerick fan. IIRC many of the limericks included were written by Dr. A, but there is some discussion of the limerick as an art form. The one I quoted was from memory; I wish I could remember more of them, and unfortunately my copies are in storage at the moment.
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I like meta-limericks. For instance
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One of the few I can actually remember off the top of my head:
There once was a lady that Had three babies, Nat Pat and Tat If was fun in the breeding But hell in the feeding For you see, there was no tit for Tat Speaking of meta-lymericks, I also heard one once about a man who was bad at writing limericks, and the last line was "I always try to fit as many words to a line as I can" |
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There was a young man from Japan
Whose verses would never quite scan When told this was so He replied, yes I know But I always try to fit as many words in the last line as I possibly can. |
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This one gets you mind going in the wrong direction :-
There was a young maid from Madras Who had a magnificent ass; Not rounded and pink, As you probably think--- It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass. |
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This is for all the Dopers on this thread :-
The limerick's callous and crude, It's morals distressingly lewd. It's not worth the reading By persons of breeding; It's designed for us vulgar and rude! |
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I'm rather fond of this one:
There once was a young man of Ghent, Whose tool was so long that it bent. To save himself trouble, He put it in double, And instead of coming, he went. Perhaps the best part is that I found it at this site.
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Who went to bed in a bunk He dreamt that Venus was stroking his penis And woke up all covered in spunk. |
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There was a young physicist named Fisk
Whose stroke was exceedingly brisk So fast was his action The Lorentz contraction Diminished his dong to a disk |
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Whoa!!!
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There was a young man from The Cape
Who fucked a barbary ape. The ape said, "You fool! You've twisted your tool And bent my arsehole out of shape." A girl who weighs many an oz. Used language I will not pronoz. For a fellow unkind, Pulled her chair out behind, He wanted to see if she'd boz.
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A general, Caesar by name,
Cried "Wrong are those words held in fame! "A nice Celtic lass "Had such a fine ass "That I conquered, I saw, then I came!" First one I ever wrote. |
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There was a young lady from Tottenham
Whose manners... well, she had forgotten 'em At tea at the vicar's She whipped off her knickers Exclaiming she felt far too hot in 'em. |
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There was a young cyborg named Ace
who wooed women at every base but once ladies glanced at his special enhancement they vanished with nary a trace -Spartan Barracks graffiti That's from the animation when you get one of the secret projects in Alpha Centauri. However, I can't remember which one. Anyone know? |
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Make that Absolute Zero Gravity, which makes a bit more sense.
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There once was a fellow named Skinner,
whose wife had a TV set in her. It was stuck in her crotch, so he'd nibble and watch, thus inventing the first TV dinner. A pretty young woman from Wheeling, claimed that she had no sexual feeling. Then a sailor named Boris sucked on her clitoris before peeling her off of the ceiling. A lovely young lass from Decatur, had sex with a huge alligator. But nobody knew the result of that screw, 'cuz after he laid her, he ate her. A crazy old rascal from Wheeling, was drunk to the point he was reeling. When he read on the door, 'Please don't spit on the floor', He leapt up and spat on the ceiling.
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There was a young girl of Vancouver,
Who, when told it was not 'horses doover,' Found she hadn't the nerve To ask for hors d'oeuvres, So had soup as a saving manoeuvre. I saved the limerick, but not the name of the original poster, sorry. I remember the one about the Emperor Nero. It's a lot like one about the man from Nepal and it goes like this:
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There once was a girl from Ryde
Who ate a green apple and died The apple fermented Inside the lamented And made cider inside her insides There was a young man from Perth The nastiest bastard on Earth When his wife was confined He pulled down the blind And devoured the whole afterbirth |
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A decrepit old gas man, named Peter,
While hunting around for the meter, struck a leak with his light, and arose out of sight, and as you can tell by reading this he also quite destroyed the meter. |
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There once was a fellow named Lee
Who was stung in the groin by a bee He made oodles of money By oozing pure honey Whenever attempting to pee. I didn't write that, but I managed to pass that off to my Creative Writing teacher in high school. Hey, she liked me for some reason.
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Moving this to Cafe Society.
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Ah the wonderful world of the Dope
Without it , how else could I cope? If I couldn't come play I'd just fade away And sit in a corner and mope! |
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A three part anti-clerical limerick:
There were three young ladies of Birmingham
And here is the scandal concerning 'em. They lifted the frock And tickled the cock Of the bishop engaged in Confirming 'em. Now the bishop was nobody's fool, He'd been to a good public school, He lowered their britches And buggered those bitches With his ten inch episcopal tool. Then up spoke a lady from the pew Who said, as the bishop withdrew, "The vicar is quicker And thicker and slicker And longer and stronger than you." |
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Here's one I've seen attributed to Tennyson:
There once was a woman from Sydney Who liked it right up to her kidney A man from Quebec Shoved it up to her neck He had a big one, didn't he? And from elsewhere... From deep in the crypt at St. Giles Came a shriek that echoed for miles The abbot said Gracious It's Brother Ignatius He's forgotten the bishop has piles |
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This one doesn't scan perfectly but what the hell.
A horny young man from Macroom, Invited two lesbians up to his room, And they argued all night, About who had the right, To do this that and the other, and to whom. |
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I've always liked:
There once was a man from Madrass Who's balls were made out of brass He'd bang them together Amid stormy weather And lighting shot out of his ass. Plus there's one I can never seemed to remeber involving a bi-sexual with the punch line something like And who did what and with whom Perhaps someone out there can help? |
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About who had the right, To do what, and with what, and to whom. |
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Here's one of my favorites:
There once was a plumber of Leigh Who was plumbing a maid by the sea Said the maid "cease your plumbing, I think someone's coming" Said the plumber, still plumbing, "it's me". |
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Here's one I think jjimm posted:
At breakfast one day in Calcutta, Sat a man with a terrible stutter, He said, "pass the h-ham, And the j-j-j-jam, And the b-b-b-b-b-b-butter!" |
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Here are a couple I heard from John Valby , aka Dr. Dirty --
In the Garden of Eden lay Adam, Complacently stroking his Madam So great was his mirth For on all of the Earth There were only two balls - and he had 'em! There once was a milkman named Schwartz Whose dick was all covered with warts But the girls would all play With his dick , anyway 'Cause good old Schwartz came in quarts! |
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There was a young woman named Alice
Who used a stick of dynamite for a phallus. They found her vagina in South Carolina And part of her anus in Dallas. |
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There was a young man from Tralee
Who was horribly stung by a wasp When the asked "does it buzz?" He said, "Yes, it hurts It's a horrible brute of a hornet" (PS: look at my sig) |
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Gaah! Look at it now, I mean
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A dozen, a gross and a score, Plus three times the square root of four, All over seven, Add five times eleven, Equals nine to the two plus f*ck all Grim
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There were a couple of other mathematical limericks that I copied into Word, but have not the skills to render properly here - email me if you'd like a copy... Grim |
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From a long-ago Playboy:
There was a young lady from Norway, Who hung by her heels in a doorway. She called to her beau, Come over here, Moe! I think I've discovered one more way!
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