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Posted: 2/27/2008 12:07:26 PM | lonely miss mable suddenly spaced
looking for love in a very wrong place
then out jumped jack
who carried a fine sack
and he loved the way mable did taste
(jax and bird..you two are tooo funny!) | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 2/27/2008 12:43:10 PM | Miss Mable to give her her proper designation
Once called with the Bishop to give a recitation
The Bishop wanted Mable
To get up on his table
Shortly thereafter he handed in his resignation | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 1:26:04 PM | Mable was ostracised by the whole community
None in the village would give her immunity
Mable was diagnosed as unstable
Order to be kept away from all tables
Otherwise she would be punished without impunity | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 2/27/2008 4:24:39 PM | Then the army arrived to support em
With a new rank of fellas who though em
A bunch of wet knees
And said move over please
At attention they stood and she sought em | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 9:17:25 PM | good ol' mable just loved to please
and she did it all with such ease
first on her head, then on her shoulder
first with the sailor then the solider
but never, ever forgetting her jeans | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 2/28/2008 12:44:57 AM | But the landlord at Table Top Palms
Had been watching her counting her alms
And the way she just swaggered
(when drunk tho she staggered)
He soon fell for her still many charms | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 12:48:49 AM | Now ol Mable thought this heaven sent
Cause the landlord reduced all 'er rent
For exchange on the table
(with 'er bein able)
But she pretty soon found it were bent! | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 4:20:47 AM | Mabel liked to fondle all things bent
She liked her men even after they where spent
Mable had an delicate itch
Many called her a bit*h
But sure a girl still has to pay her rent | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 10:53:26 AM | Mable appears to have got some bad press
I think it was when she got undressed
Her breasts fell down
As she removed her gown
And the Penthouse photographers she failed to impress | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 11:26:27 AM | Dear Mable’s a fan of coitus
A feeling shared by most of us
But one day, with head reeling,
While inspecting the ceiling
She decided a partner would be a plus | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 2/28/2008 11:38:59 AM | Poor Mable was abused and battered
And was ever so easily flattered
Men would compliment her ass
She never thought it was crass
Being complimented was all that mattered
I was once to Mable married
But I was for ever and ever harried
She always wanted sex
I was always on my back
But Mable was to heavy to be carried
So Mable went on a sea food diet
If she saw food she had to fry it
She never lost any weight
She even ate all the bait
And damn well near caused a riot | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 1:23:52 PM | I once took Mable out to a dance
We were on holiday in the middle of France
The French played the accordian
Someone said something quiet Fraudian
Then Mable made a grab for my pants
I was so shocked I knew not where to look
A Frenchman looked over the rim of his book
Mable had gone down
Something she found
The Frenchman's head just violently shook
Mable was a racist who hated the French
She reckoned that they all carried a stench
She pulled out her spray
Stayed an affray
Hit the Frenchman when he called her a wench
The Gendarme put poor Mable in jail
I had to borrow money to get her out on bail
She wept for such joy
She had got tired of her toy
Two days is a long time without the use of a male | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 2:11:30 PM | the tale of mable still goes on
had a face lift lines all gone
got some new clothes and jewelry fine
walked right by the five and dime
plays with the big boys now
has her a daddy that makes her glow
all sugar and lace hair in place
got tired of daddy and his play
tea with strychnine made her day
daddy left her millions in his will
mable now has a stable to fend the winter’s chill | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 7:09:23 AM | miss mable dancing with the bird?
oh, a story deliciously absurd
yet by him she was excited
nearly caused another damn riot
but things are now better i've heard!
(she was mighty busy yesterday!!!)
;0) | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 12:08:28 PM | Mable swore she would never again leave home
Except to go to the Vatican in Rome
She wanted to see the Pope
For Mable had a glimmer of hope
There would be a big table under St Peter's Dome
Mable is now getting on in years
She doesn't have much in between her ears
But she still likes to ride
Saddle right by her side
But the stirrups bring Mable to tears | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 3:31:22 AM | I saw Mable with her back against the wall
Rodger was giving it his best, his all
Mable looked like Betty Grable
Dressed only in her mink and fur stable
Then Rodger got a boot up the balls
Rodger immediately went down on his knees
Mable cheered and begged for more, please
Mable thought her luck was in
Rodger caught a big dig on the chin
Now Mable calls Rodger a tease | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 3:57:50 AM | Poor bloody Mable! 
Now Roger the lodger he wheezed
While Mable so abley squeezed
They grunted and ground
Til the Bobbys came round
And called poor ol Roger a sleeze
But Mable thought that pretty rough
And the constable looked pretty tough
But she turned on her charms
Soon he turned in his arms
Now he's handcuffed and cant get enough | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 4:25:32 AM | So that's how Mable get into S and M
And why she now wants to bring a friend
Now Mable and the Bobby
Have a brand new hobby
And have asked me along so not to offend
Well I said to Mable she was disgusting
I was going red and silently combusting
Me with Mable and her bobby
And his friend called Mr Blobby
Has put an end to all of my lusting | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 5:39:02 AM | oh that mable goes through men in a blink
the priest, soliders and sailors, she can't even think
then the bird and the bobby
oh, what type of hobby
leaves men without wanting to wink | |
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