Coffee and Tea, I'll take them both, Light me up another smoke, Have a piece of Shoo-Fly pie, Hear the birdies in the sky, Take my pen in trembling hand, Compose some poetry, if I can.
Cried a knitter (found **** on the beach), "Look away, guys, I beg and beseech! I'm a **** young ***** Who's not wearing a stitch, And my knitting just ain't gonna reach!"
Heaven is plain my choc biscuit deceived me again with its ******* but it’s never enough this addiction is tough come away with me now and we’ll risk it
When I'm coffee deprived; it's bad, I know it, My ****** comes out, I'm bound to show it, Was trying to favorite that poem for so long; Hit the wrong button, something went wrong- Then I added myself as a favorite poet.
Science is full of many odd tales; Like the woman, cast on me her spell: She whipped off her pants, And we did quite a dance- For she had an opposable tail.
A mechanic on a days trip from Brazil Ran down a parrot on the crest of a hill The beak was asunder, horribly rent The mechanic swore complete recompense Fine, said the parrot, I'll send you my bill...
The dog at the Saloon door, they saw Who said in shaking voice, so raw "I'm looking for the man Down on the Rio Grande- I'm looking for the man, that shot my paw."
A limerick writer from Kent Found his pencil all crooked and bent. Though ******, licked and chewed, It still remained skewed, (Even stretched to its fullest extent).