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A selection of limericks There was a young lass from the Bronx Whose ******* make fearful honks She sounds like a car When she puts on a bra And the geese gather round when she bonks ----------------- Father Alexander McMackett Ran a ruthless religious racket When taking collection He'd offer protection Salvation could cost you a packet ----------------- A carrot named Archibald Nation Had feathers in high numeration He was labelled as veg By a grocer called Reg With a dubious qualification ----------------- A sculptor named Arnold Duprees  Carved a **** plug from parmesan cheese He lamented his luck When it melted and stuck But he fired it out with a sneeze ----------------- Knights in the armour of old Have little to keep out the cold For they dress as the Scots In thier tenderest spots Which encourages rust and then mould ----------------- Oh ***** you make my knees quiver  You chemical lethargy giver You tickle my tongue And pickle my brain Then you jump up and down on my liver ----------------- A Fella named Ricky De Gaul Had seventeen ******* in all They called him De Chesty But with only one ***** It should have been Ricky De Ball
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Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
A Selection of Limericks
A selection of limericks There was a young lass from the Bronx Whose ******* make fearful honks She sounds like a car When she puts on a bra And the geese gather round when she bonks ----------------- Father Alexander McMackett Ran a ruthless religious racket When taking collection He'd offer protection Salvation could cost you a packet ----------------- A carrot named Archibald Nation Had feathers in high numeration He was labelled as veg By a grocer called Reg With a dubious qualification ----------------- A sculptor named Arnold Duprees  Carved a **** plug from parmesan cheese He lamented his luck When it melted and stuck But he fired it out with a sneeze ----------------- Knights in the armour of old Have little to keep out the cold For they dress as the Scots In thier tenderest spots Which encourages rust and then mould ----------------- Oh ***** you make my knees quiver  You chemical lethargy giver You tickle my tongue And pickle my brain Then you jump up and down on my liver ----------------- A Fella named Ricky De Gaul Had seventeen ******* in all They called him De Chesty But with only one ***** It should have been Ricky De Ball
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Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
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