Hit us with your best ones. There was a young fella called Cooper Who liked to stuff things up his pooper But he took it too far When he keistered a car And now Cooper's loose pooper's a drooper A maiden whose name was Savannah Lost her innocence to a banana When she next saw the fruit Oh, it was quite a hoot It was eaten by her dear old Nanna. No one walking the Earth or beneath it Could claim ownership and bequeath it But it's just like my cock Huge and hard as a rock Either one, only your mom can sheath it
Said Steven, "I like to jog. It makes me feel like a frog." He jogged left and right 'Til one tragic night He vanished somewhere in a bog.
When quoth E. Allen Poe, "Nevermore" He unknowingly started a war Aye, the bird was quite cross No dainty albatross Quoth the raven, "Yo mama's a whore!"
There once was a girl from Norway who hung from her heels in the doorway She told her young man "Get off the divan, I think I've discovered one more way!" There once was a Monk from Siberia who kept getting wearier and wearier. 'twas no rest for this monk who was sharing a bunk with his good friend, the Mother Superior! When her flirting produced the effects of getting her boyfriend erect the impish young tease dropped to her knees and showed she had no gag reflex!
In eras quite antediluvian In a population quite Peruvian An impossible task Was to go 'round and ask, "Pardon me, sir, would you be a Whovian?"
Of the girls down in grand ol' Milwaukee Not a one goin' down would get balky For as quick as ya please They'll get down on their knees And commence a quick game of cock-hockey
A young harlot from lower Manhattan Can milk dick all day and not fatten The secret, as I spy it Of her semen diet Is it don't bloat her up when it's sat in
A skinny young thing, Cinderella In a rainstorm befriended a fella Bein' spindly an' spry She kept perfectly dry For she used his cock as an umbrella
If you want to bust limericks like Castle By the bushel and parcel and passel There's no trick, it is said But be sick in the head And you'll vomit 'em up with no hassle
There once was a man from Nantucket Let's just say that the rumors about him were greatly exaggerated.
There once was a man from Nantucket Negotiating for a bucket Said the seller, "It's fair That I really don't care Whether you choose to fill it or fuck it."
A brothel in downtown Atlanta Always keeps a supply of Mylanta For they like to be sure when They're hosting Steve Irwin They're all set when he blows the house Manta. Too soon?
There once was a poster named Castle Who was quite the idiot's vassal A serf and a slave A jester and knave To others 'twas naught but a hassle
That was really quite boring, there, Liet Though I'm unsurprised that you don't see it But this is the workshop So this trolling must stop Ere some Administrator type see it With that out of the way, let me tell ya 'Bout a fella named Han from Corellia Every weekend for fun He makes that Kessel Run Can he do it in twelve parsecs? Hell, yeah!
