| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 10/24/2007 11:40:21 PM | I got's to go run and pee
it's nothing personal you see
I just know that when I have to go
I should stand and motivate
otherwise in my pants I will urinate.... | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 10/25/2007 12:31:34 AM | Hi Tenz
Keep some dry panties in the glove box...
In a small cottage close to a big lake
Lived a chicken, a duck and a snake.
They wanted to go clean out
leaves and sticks all about
But the snake did not know how to rake | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 10/25/2007 9:11:34 PM | This is the Eye Guy I remember
I thought he was entering December
There is still a spark in him
Just wind him up and give m a spin
There is still some burning ember
Whoo hooo the old Eye Guy is back | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 10/30/2007 3:04:25 AM | Black Holes are where God divided by zero.
There was a small boy named Nick
By the other boys was being kicked
He did not know how to fight
But he was kind of bright
He learned how to run really quick | |
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| Limericks...By The Worlds Greatest Poets
Posted: 11/9/2007 9:24:21 PM | You know by now what a limerick is
Each one continues to send in his
I’m not to be blamed
If you get maimed
And thrown into the vast dark abyss
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| Limericks...By The Worlds Greatest Poets
Posted: 11/29/2007 9:05:26 PM | I get pissed at this Guys, too stingy to date
Invite him for a movie, he comes over late
Within five minutes he's all over me
You move too fast , leave me be
I'm not a one night stand, or looking for a mate | |
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| Limericks...By The Worlds Greatest Poets
Posted: 12/30/2007 11:38:54 AM | HEY WHERE IS EVERYBODY?
Don't write a Limerick when cranky
Learned my lesson, no Hanky Panky
May New Year bring you lots of cheer
May Eye Guy drink a ton of beer
Brizo,Ravincause,Hortense,get back here.
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 2/22/2008 10:55:20 PM | There was an old bloke from the jungle
Who's habit was often to bungle
He'd swing through the vines
When he'd had a few wines
When he did the whole jungle would rumble | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 2/23/2008 4:43:18 PM | There was an old woman from Secker
Whose bloke had a really small pecker
One night she did sneeze
And it blew out with ease
Twas the chancellor of the ex-checker | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 2/24/2008 3:58:08 AM |  And we have a real irishman among us
There was a quaint Irishman, Paddy
Known well as a jovial laddy
He liked a good fight
And he liked a good write
But he hadnt writ here before had 'e!
Good to see you abroad  | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 2/24/2008 10:51:03 AM | mable was definitely unable
to fix that broken leg on the table
hubby lazy sod
used a log
wobbly table unstable
during the tantric mable hit the floor
last seen poor man running out the door
didn’t clean the table of cutlery
mable pronounced innocent of skullduggery
man left with knife in his back
lassie mable got new man to fix table | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 2/24/2008 11:02:26 AM | Mable is now in a comfortable room
Where there is never any gloom
She wears a straight jacket
Takes happy pills from a packet
Never more after to be any doom | |
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