Loopy Limericks

I drove my Chevy to Sioux Falls
To see my aunt’s collection of corn galls
That was a waste of time
And she treats me like slime

I drove my Chevy to Sioux Falls
To see my aunt’s collection of corn galls
That was a waste of time
And she treats me like slime
From Kristi Noem licking Trump’s balls

I can’t wait to hear your excuse

I can’t wait to hear your excuse

for hijacking that spruce caboose

I can’t wait to hear your excuse
for hijacking that spruce caboose
That is no euphemism;

I can’t wait to hear your excuse
for hijacking that spruce caboose
That is no euphemism;
I don’t want your solipsism

I can’t wait to hear your excuse
For hijacking that spruce caboose
That is no euphemism;
I don’t want your solipsism
Or your dropping of a verbal deuce


Hitler has only got one ball

Hitler has only got one ball
It’s framed and mounted in the hall

Hitler has only got one ball
It’s framed and mounted in the hall
It’s a sight to see

Hitler has only got one ball
It’s framed and mounted in the hall
It’s a sight to see
As it’s as small as a bee

Hitler has only got one ball
It’s framed and mounted in the hall
It’s a sight to see
As it’s as small as a bee
Want to see it? Give me a call!

Joe was craving a rootbeer float

Joe was craving a root beer float
It felt good while going down his throat

Joe was craving a root beer float
It felt good while going down his throat
He wanted another

Joe was craving a root beer float
It felt good while going down his throat
He wanted another
Plus one for his brother

Joe was craving a root beer float
It felt good while going down his throat
He wanted another
Plus one for his brother
But they couldn’t avoid the bloat


Among my siblings I am the black sheep

Among my siblings I am the black sheep
I’m a bully and kind of a creep

Among my siblings I am the black sheep
I’m a bully and kind of a creep
But my one saving grace

Among my siblings I am the black sheep
I’m a bully and kind of a creep
But my one saving grace
I make a fine bouillabaisse

Among my siblings I am the black sheep
I’m a bully and kind of a creep
But my one saving grace
I make a fine bouillabaisse
But my assholishness is bone deep

When my name is called, my first thought

When my name is called, my first thought
is “Do I answer or do I not?”

When my name is called, my first thought
is “Do I answer or do I not?”
I don’t like to talk