| Potential “Dripper”©
Posted: 8/17/2007 2:59:59 PM | Trip her, flip her, double-dip her
But … be careful of YOUR “clipper”
- for in her “moat”
- without a “coat”
You might become a double “dripper” | |
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| Three’s Company©
Posted: 8/17/2007 3:11:30 PM | Said her name was: Molly McCree
Boasted breasts … not two, but THREE!
- and later that night
- with ‘er chest in me sight
I found out … I had to agree! | |
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| Gettin’ Even©
Posted: 8/17/2007 3:23:33 PM | What’s this I hear? You’ve been fightin’?
Look at ye’r face!! … You come right in!
- WHAT!!!! McNeer took ye’ beer?
- Why are ye’ here?
Get back there n’ strike ‘im like lightenin’!!! | |
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| Wrong Issue ©
Posted: 8/17/2007 3:33:45 PM | Asphalt: Somethin’ for us to revalue
Serious debate should continue
- Roadways? … you’re sure?
- then I don’t need a cure …
I thought “asphalt” a rectal issue! | |
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| The Pan ©
Posted: 8/17/2007 3:45:00 PM | “Peter pan” must be used ‘fore me “mouse”
She said as she undid her blouse
- fly, that he could
- within my childhood
Not a wash basin in a whore house! | |
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| The Pan ©
Posted: 8/17/2007 11:18:46 PM | A young man wearing deer hide
In a funeral procession was spied;
When asked, "Who is dead?"
He just chortled instead,
"Don't know; I just came for the ride." | |
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| The Pan ©
Posted: 8/18/2007 4:26:32 AM | 'Dearie me,' the poor lass wept and sighed,
'There's nobody coming just for the ride,
although things would be humming
if someone settled for coming,
I'd be delighted to invite him inside.' | |
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| The Pan ©
Posted: 8/18/2007 6:21:12 AM | Hey, are you now inviting me
to come for crumpets and tea?
Put on your best plates
Sweet Arabian dates
I'll see ya' bout half past three | |
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| Disguised Scissors©
Posted: 8/18/2007 8:30:53 AM | With tissue she dabbed at her eyes
‘Bout her father – (who’d tied her thighs)
- “I’ve not been laid,
- I’ll be an old maid”
So … used me “scissors”, (me whanger in disguise) | |
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| Past©
Posted: 8/18/2007 8:48:35 AM | Kathleen was a fine lookin’ lass
But, always was she “passin’ gas”
- when she passed away
- Her husband, O’Day
Said: “Ease of lightin’ me fireplace has past”. | |
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| So Long …
Posted: 8/18/2007 9:11:46 AM | Well … was fun, bein’ here readin’ rhyme
Maybe I’ve stayed over my time
- So … I bid adieu
- to all of the crew
Someday back in here I’ll climb
So long …
Poster Child For Ugly | |
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| So Long …
Posted: 8/19/2007 7:10:51 AM | I have this big drum and I thump it,
I know you will think I'm a strumpet,
please - always feel free
to call in on me,
I'm offering hot tea and crumpet.
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/21/2007 11:57:52 AM | Miss you Eye Guy
I have been having fun in Washington
Spending time with my son on Oregon
Read the limericks above
There is one thing I love
Kept it clean with character a ton
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/24/2007 3:32:21 AM | Andance, this thread is kept clean
depending on what folk think we mean
and some careful housekeeping
with scrubbing and sweeping
so obscene scenes will never be seen
You have the best family get togethers. H | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/26/2007 1:44:43 AM | Hortense
This time I'm having the time of my life
Spoiled rotten no trouble or strife
I've three men doting on me
Nature, Art, much to see
Still. I'll be glad to come home alive.
Airports these days are the pits
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/26/2007 1:29:29 PM | Hi Andstilldancin'
So you got em’ dancing in the street
Three of em’ no less you want to meet
Try some rub-a-dubbing
Smooching-n- loving
You can knock em’ right off their feet
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/27/2007 5:03:49 AM | 'Eye guy, you missed your calling. You're poet and you don't even know it. ' . . . but he does have the wit to show it.
Not fair that somebody has three,
what then is left over for me?
I have a big enough tub
for amazing rub-dub-a-dub,
Drop in any time you are free. | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/27/2007 6:01:10 AM | On full moon the clowns all come out
with a blood-curdling laugh they all shout
stay inside tonight folks
no this isn't no joke
The Wereclowns will be out and about | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/28/2007 12:30:03 AM | Put my feet in the ocean splish splash
My son fixed some mean taquitas
Ain't it a shame, I feel not pain
It's always sunny even in the rain
I drank lots of Margaruitas.
 
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/28/2007 12:38:23 AM | I sawEdith Piaf "La vie en Rose"
Great flick,loved the songs and prose
Had some pizza and applebeer
And my favorite son in law near.
Not many remember Piaf, I suppose
Eye Guy I bet you do. | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/28/2007 12:45:52 AM | I see First Line last line closed it's door
Poor Thorb won't be the highlight any more
A poet with elegance galore
Who couldn't tolerate us poor
Illeterate wannabe poets any more | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/28/2007 12:19:45 PM | Masseur in training
Can you give directions to get there
I’ll come when the weather is fair
You got a double size tub
I got a coupon for a free rub
If you dare, invite me to visit your lair
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