teadrinker
JUB Addict
Who doesn't love a limerick? And the best ones are dirty - I've heard it said that a a clean limerick is a contradiction in terms. Here's a handful:
From the depths of the crypts of St Giles,
Came a scream that re-echoed for miles.
Cried the curate: "Good gracious!
Doesn't Father Ignatius,
Know that the Bishop has piles?"
A mathematician named Hall,
Had a hexahedronical ball.
The square root of its weight,
Times his pecker, plus eight,
Is his phone number - give him a call!
There was a young fellow from Ghent,
Whose cock was so long that it bent.
To save himself trouble,
He put it in double.
And instead of coming, he went.
There was an old man of Belgrave,
Who kept a dead whore in a cave.
He said: "It's no joke,
To have a cold poke,
But think of the money I save!"
Over to you.
-T.
From the depths of the crypts of St Giles,
Came a scream that re-echoed for miles.
Cried the curate: "Good gracious!
Doesn't Father Ignatius,
Know that the Bishop has piles?"
A mathematician named Hall,
Had a hexahedronical ball.
The square root of its weight,
Times his pecker, plus eight,
Is his phone number - give him a call!
There was a young fellow from Ghent,
Whose cock was so long that it bent.
To save himself trouble,
He put it in double.
And instead of coming, he went.
There was an old man of Belgrave,
Who kept a dead whore in a cave.
He said: "It's no joke,
To have a cold poke,
But think of the money I save!"
Over to you.
-T.

