Tag Archives: limerick

Public Exhibition

Posted on September 27, 2016 by Frank

in parks they exulted in greenery proclaiming their love of the scenery in twosomes or threes they hid behind trees indulging in all sorts of venery

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Brits choose to live in interesting times

Posted on June 24, 2016 by Frank

There was a small island called Britain Which with dreams of great riches was smitten The lawyers all smiled As paperwork piled And the constitution was rewritten

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Limericks, Lemons and Limes

Posted on May 15, 2016 by Frank

There once was a poet who rhymed Words that actually didn’t His limericks sucked Cos the words that he plucked Out of thin air were planted in limes The lemon is sweet on the lips If tasted in tentative sips … Continue reading →

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Limericks and Lies

Posted on May 12, 2016 by Frank

A limerick written on paper Makes a merry and cute little caper But if read with a match On fire it will catch And the words will be lost in the vapour There once was a girl with no heart … Continue reading →

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There once was a daft limerick

Posted on April 16, 2016 by Frank

A rather iffy collection of limericks… There once was a beautiful girl Whose angelic wings did unfurl Her hair grew so long It reached down to her thong And tickled her bum with a curl There once was an amorous … Continue reading →

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A succubus sat on a rock

Posted on November 11, 2015 by Frank

A succubus sat on a rock Wearing naught but a short summer frock Singing, ‘All I adore! I’m so wet! Give me more! I am craving sweet pussy and cock!’ Her victims she threw in the sea She cried to … Continue reading →

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stabbed in the chest with a fork

Posted on April 7, 2015 by Frank

I missed yesterday, so here are two daft little poems. there was a young woman from York who was stabbed in the chest with a fork it prised her apart and twisted her heart which tightened to maximum torque there … Continue reading →

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A trio of dirty limericks

Posted on July 14, 2014 by Frank

There was a young woman called Alice Who proved very hard to embarrass For the length of a year She sat on her rear And sucked every sweet cock in Paris There was a young girl from Madrid Who laid … Continue reading →

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Succulent lips

Posted on June 26, 2013 by Frank

There was a young lady from Reims Who was partial to freshly made cream Her succulent lips Between womanly hips Could induce a delectable stream or, equivalently, etc. But enough of this nonsense…

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Doing three at a time

Posted on June 26, 2013 by Frank

There was a young lady called Jen Who could never have too many men Doing three at a time She could satisfy nine And complain there was no Number 10. or, equally, you could have: There was a young fellow … Continue reading →

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