Loopy Limericks

There once was a boy named Robby
With a most lascivious hobby
He cuddled with squirrels
And dressed them like girls

There once was a boy named Robby
With a most lascivious hobby
He cuddled with squirrels
And dressed them like girls
You can see some right now in the lobby


My doctor sez I have the big “C”

My doctor sez I have the big “C”
Never thought it would happen to me

My doctor sez I have the big “C”
Never thought it would happen to me
But there is one upside

My doctor sez I have the big “C”
Never thought it would happen to me
But there is one upside
It keeps me supplied

My doctor sez I have the big “C”
Never thought it would happen to me
But there is one upside
It keeps me supplied
From the local pot dispensary.

Never have I ever kissed a girl

Never have I ever kissed a girl
But I did have relations with a squirrel

Never have I ever kissed a girl
But I did have relations with a squirrel
She liked to nibble my toe

Never have I ever kissed a girl
But I did have relations with a squirrel
She liked to nibble my toe
I nicknamed her Flo

Never have I ever kissed a girl
But I did have relations with a squirrel
She liked to nibble my toe
I nicknamed her Flo
If you have the chance give one a whirl

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There’s a potato growing in my ear

There’s a potato growing in my ear
And a corn cob sticking out my rear

There’s a potato growing in my ear
And a corn cob sticking out my rear
I’m a walking farm

There’s a potato growing in my ear
And a corn cob sticking out my rear
I’m a walking farm
It’s part of my charm

There’s a potato growing in my ear
And a corn cob sticking out my rear
I’m a walking farm
It’s part of my charm
Pull my finger, I’ll fart you a beer

My wife never did like my cooking

My wife never did like my cooking
Over my shoulder she was looking

My wife never did like my cooking
Over my shoulder she was looking
I used too much salt

My wife never did like my cooking
Over my shoulder she was looking
I used too much salt
But that’s not my fault

My wife never did like my cooking
Over my shoulder she was looking
I used too much salt
But that’s not my fault
My hobby’s always been rug hooking


I keep a crow’s skull on my dashboard

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I keep a crow’s skull on my dashboard
Because that’s where I keep my cash hoard

I keep a crow’s skull on my dashboard
Because that’s where I keep my cash hoard
and under the seat