Wednesday, November 30, 2011

388-390. It's a red-letter day

I have limericks for all kinds of weather,
My composing job's light as a feather.
It's handy that 'fuck'
Rhymes precisely with 'suck'
For I sometimes will use them together.

There once was a fellow named Buster,
With a girlfriend whom he liked to fluster.
Decided to corn-hole
Her ne'er-before-worn hole
And when she complained then he cussed her.

An adventurous wife wanted sumpin'
Else done down below, started grumpin'.
Told her husband "Try lickin'."
Said he "I'm too chicken,
You'll just have to settle for humpin'"

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