We’re the forum called SDMB
Fighting ignorance is our decree
It comes from the Master
Cecil’s knowledge is vaster
He’s been fighting since '73
To his club footed son said Lord Stipple,
As he poured his post-prandial tipple,
“Your mother’s behavior
Gave pain to our Savior
And that’s why He made you a cripple.”
There once was a giantess named Dunn
Who had sex with a midget for fun
The poor little runt
Got engulfed in her cunt
And was born as the twin of his son
There was a young fellow of St. Bartholomew’s
Whose car went by fits and by St. Startholomew’s,
Till a fellow named St. John
Took a look at the t. John
And fitted it out with spare St. Partholomew’s.
“St. Bartholomew’s”, colloquially known as “Bart’s”; “St. John” pronounced “Sinjin”
There was a young man from Peru
Whose limerick stopped at line two.
There was an old maid from Saigon,
She frowned and called him Mr.
Because, in sport, he kr.
And so, in spite,
That very night,
This Mr. kr. sr.
There once was a man from St. Bees
Who was stung on the arm by a wasp.
When asked if it hurt
He replied, “No it doesn’t.
I’m so glad it wasn’t a hornet!”
There once was a man from Japan
Whose limericks never would scan.
When told this was so
He replied, “Yes, I know,
But I always try to get just as many words in the last line as I possibly can.”
There was a young fellow from Salisbury
Whose manner was quite halisbury-scalisbury.
He walked around Hampshire
Without any pampshire
Since no one could force him to walisbury!
Salisbury a.k.a. Sarum, Hampshire abbreviated as Hants
There was a young man from Chanute
Who had warts all over his root
He poured acid on these
and now when he pees
He fingers his root like a flute
The limerick form is complex,
Its contents run chiefly to sex,
It burgeons with virgins,
And masculine urgeons,
And swarms with erotic effex.
The tenant in 344
Won’t pee in the pool anymore.
Sounds silly to some,
But not when it’s from
His balcony on the third floor!