A baker who was kneading some dough,
said “If I do this right it will grow!”
Except that the yeast
Was cursed by a priest
And scraped from the crotch of a ho
Little Jimmy was in the bathroom too long
A baker who was kneading some dough,
said “If I do this right it will grow!”
Except that the yeast
Was cursed by a priest
And scraped from the crotch of a ho
Little Jimmy was in the bathroom too long
Little Jimmy was in the bathroom too long
And I could hear his singing this song.
Little Jimmy was in the bathroom too long
And I could hear his singing this song.
"I have a song to sing as I wash my thing,
Guys - Let’s not forget we’re writing Limericks here.
The pattern is; First, second and fifth lines have seven to ten syllable beats, and the third and fourth have only five to seven.
If we don’t adhere to this we simply aren’t writing limericks.
Little Jimmy was in the bathroom too long
And I could hear his singing this song.
"I have a song to sing
As I wash my thing,
Little Jimmy was in the bathroom too long
And I could hear his singing this song.
“I have a song to sing
As I wash my thing,
I call it You Shook Me All Night, Schlong”
A girl on the beach lost her top
I really don’t want to be thumping the ‘Rule Book’, but just another reminder; the writer of the first line cannot write the last.
A girl on the beach lost her top,
Her outing was looking like a flop.
A girl on the beach lost her top,
Her outing was looking like a flop.
She got sand in her cooter
A girl on the beach lost her top,
Her outing was looking like a flop.
She got sand in her cooter
So she called Roto-Rooter
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A girl on the beach lost her top,
Her outing was looking like a flop.
She got sand in her cooter
So she called Roto-Rooter
And they made her squeaky- clean with a mop.
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I once knew a man from Tashkent,
I once knew a man from Tashkent
Whose penis was freakishly bent
I once knew a man from Tashkent
Whose penis was freakishly bent
At an angle acute
I once knew a man from Tashkent,
Whose penis was freakishly bent.
At an angle acute,
Like the neck on a lute
I once knew a man from Tashkent,
Whose penis was freakishly bent.
At an angle acute,
Like the neck on a lute
He was ***plucked ***wherever he went.
When I reached the top of the hill,
When I reached the top of the hill,
I took a little blue pill
When I reached the top of the hill,
I took a little blue pill
So the blood flow increased
Seriously?
Why?
When I reached the top of the hill,
I took a little blue pill
So the blood flow increased
'Til my trousers released
When I reached the top of the hill,
I took a little blue pill
So the blood flow increased
'Til my trousers released
An organ that gave me a thrill.
I really cannot stand Twitter
I really cannot stand Twitter
The Internet is a poor babysitter