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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 2/24/2008 5:18:45 PM |  you guys crack me up! Poor Mable! Bird you're a blast :)
In my diary I looked up tomorrow
And I stood there aghast in sheer horror
That bloke with the zip
He's up here on a trip
Do you have a wee sword I can borrow? | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 2/24/2008 6:47:47 PM | Apologies to original writers
Twas on the good ship Venus
My god you should have seen us
For our figurehead
was a whore in bed
riding a 10 ft penis
Captains wife was Mabel
She was very able
to give the crew
their daily screw
upon the kitchen table
Ist mates name was topper
by god he had a whopper
once round the deck
twice round his neck
then up his bum as a stopper
Cabin boys name was Green
built a stropping machine
on the 99th stroke
bloody thing broke
then whipped his balls to cream
There are another 90 verses
Now that I have lowered the standard sufficiently I shall leave
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Posted: 2/25/2008 1:00:10 AM | Trust a bliddy Oirishmun!
Longte yer a dag. mwuh
Dare woss a young laddie from Bama
Who slipped on a rotten banana
Tho his cousins all larfed
His d*ck wedged up his ar*se
Near castrated, limped home to his Nanna | |
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Posted: 2/25/2008 4:49:54 PM | There was an old bird who taught teachers
Who loved nothing better than peaches
But the fuzz it did tickle
It seems she was fickle
She wiped both hairy lips on her breaches | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 2908 | |
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Posted: 2/25/2008 5:34:37 PM | there once lived a lady named grit
she never took any sh*t
cept when lowering her drawers
then the dirt it did hit
(Oh my a cow pie)
sorry lower left cerebrum
working overtime    | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 2910 | |
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Posted: 2/26/2008 5:22:21 AM | Mable was no longer able
Having splintered her arse on the table
Her knees were painfully sore
Whe she fell onto the floor
Now Mable was no longer able for Cable | |
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Posted: 2/26/2008 5:01:53 PM | But Mable still known to be able
Got herself now a new stable table
Then she found her some bloke
And they made holy smoke
As the priest now had joined in her fable | |
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Posted: 2/26/2008 7:00:12 PM | There once was a lass with some class
Whose picture reported......a farce
Said her face wasnt human
The lass she was fumin
And assured 'em...."Well it isnt me ar*se"
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Posted: 2/26/2008 7:24:51 PM | Now Mable knew her bun was buttered
Tho priest mostly just fumbled and muttered
But it seemed doggy style
Left a smile on his dial
When he howled no more words did he utter | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 6:41:36 AM | The priest and Mable went to confession
After doing it doggie style fashion
The Priest had a grin
Mable had a another big gin
Then started another round of passion | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 6:45:57 AM | Mable was brought before congregation
Who held poor Mable in consternation
Mable told them to jerk off
That she liked men of the cloth
And started a bloody conflagration | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 10:45:20 AM | Poor Mable was expelled from the Chapel
For encouraging the priest to bite the apple
The priest's endeavour was put to the test
As his snake was laid to rest
Thereafter he had no one with to grapple | |
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