Loopy Limericks

I’ve never had measles or grippe
Or pus-oozing sores on my lip
But try as I might
By weak candle light
I cannot see what’s on my penis’s tip.

You better think about what you’re trying to do to me.

You better think about what you’re trying to do to me.
I’m not going to fall for your devilry

You better think about what you’re trying to do to me.
I’m not going to fall for your devilry
I’ve got connections, I’m sure

You better think about what you’re trying to do to me.
I’m not going to fall for your devilry
I’ve got connections, I’m sure
The kind of guys who’ll leave you sore

You better think about what you’re trying to do to me.
I’m not going to fall for your devilry
I’ve got connections, I’m sure
The kind of guys who’ll leave you sore
For the way that you’re being so rude to me

Another resurrected thread?

Another resurrected thread?
And I thought that this one was dead

Another resurrected thread?
And I thought that this one was dead
Quick! check its pulse

Another resurrected thread?
And I thought that this one was dead
Quick! check its pulse
And feed it some dulse

Another resurrected thread?
And I thought that this one was dead
Quick! check its pulse
And feed it some dulse
Then give it two shots to the head.

A groom making love to his bride

A groom making love to his bride
Said “Baby, I’m slipping it inside”

A groom making love to his bride
Said “Baby, I’m slipping it inside”
When she started to giggle,

Her butt started to wiggle

A groom making love to his bride
Said “Baby, I’m slipping it inside”
When she started to giggle,
Her butt started to wiggle.

A groom making love to his bride
Said “Baby, I’m slipping it inside”
When she started to giggle,
Her butt started to wiggle.
And that’s when this thread up and died

Ten more months til the midterm elections

Ten more months til the midterm elections
Where people will choose their selections

Ten more months til the midterm elections
Where people will choose their selections
And now that I think

Ten more months til the midterm elections
Where people will choose their selections
And now that I think
The outcome will stink

Ten more months til the midterm elections
Where people will choose their selections
And now that I think
The outcome will stink
And all will lose their erections

There once was a lady from Maine

There once was a lady from Maine
With a kinky devotion to pain

There once was a lady from Maine
With a kinky devotion to pain
She’d stretch out her breasts