A litter box of limericks - Shakespeare's Monkeys

a litter box of limericks

completely not my fault

A dirty limerick without profanity

the batter stepped up in the muck
fast ball, heavy rain, just his luck
then he stepped back to bunt
the baseball fell just front
of third base, and there it got stuck

A limerick for Peter (inspired by Leanne)

Rude limericks, a form over Dunne
Perverted by some Irishmon
Who picked puns in repose
From his arse, not his nose
Composed in his stalls on the run

A limerick for Leanne (because she deserves it)

down-under a poet did come
with tempo, smooth rhythm, hot bum
in her vixen filled verse
from sublime to perverse
rang zippers from which ewes did run

A limerick for Tom (because)

this poet, quite plainly a swine
takes pride in versing maligned
euphemistic his prose
quite devoid of all clothes
slurping on cheesecake and brine

Comments

Shan -

I was hungry until the cheesecake and swine!

these are incredibly cute!

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Life is what happens while you wait for great things.

Life is what happens while you wait for great things.

Callooh -

Shan:

well, you just have to know Tom.... what can I say. Leanne got me writing these, and I couldn't stop (I've four more on paper!)

sorry 'bout the appetite.

-ruth

Anstey -
Limmericks always go from bad to verse.
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stephan

Leanne -

Said Ruth, "I've a limerick fetish,
And though I feel somewhat regrettish,
I have to admit
I don't want to quit
These rhymes get me hottish and wettish."

Callooh -

Anstey:

GROAN .....

a nicely placed finger or thumb
on g-string creates a taunt strum
when comes to pleasure
a girl really treasures
battery devices that hum

oh gawd! I can only speak in limericks!

Callooh -

Leanne:

Leanne made me write poetry
with meter and rhyme, woe is me!
now I'm stuck in a rut
farting words from my butt
toilet paper stanzas for free

Leanne -

Watch out for Ruth, she's a nutter
And constantly covered in butter
She's still rather cute
And fond of her newt
But can't get her mind from the gutter

(I think it went something like that.)

Callooh -

Leanne:

on the face of a lumberjack
suspenders o'er panties, she sat
and said that she loved him
(cuz he called himself 'tim')
but lost him to rabbit combat

straight from the gutter with love

Tracey -
Callooh and her words have arrived
they're taking a triple x dive
note how we follow
and easily swallow
whatever her pen will supply.

Callooh -

Tracey:

Tracey, my words sound quite hollow
I spit out, and do not swallow
this quick wit I contrive
hope my brian will revive
from the spot where all my words blow

Kat -

ruthie, I'm shocked - just shocked!......[she said with a smile]....and you know my feelings about the first.....

Callooh -

Kat:

Kathy, I so humbly confess
my nature is lacking finesse
my entendres may shock
doubled, modesty mock
revealing the deeds I obsess

(I still blame Leanne, completely and entirely, for my coruption)

ps HI YA!