Originally posted by demonseedThere once was a paddy named Demon
There once was a drunkard named, Darvlay.
Who met a woman that he should like to parlay,
But the drink went to his head,
Alas, he was a flop in bed.
And now he sticks to lemon barley.
Whose armpits were always seen steaming.
When he'd raise up his arm
It'd smell just like a farm
Or a hooker whose crotch was a-creaming.
Originally posted by uzlessI once met a man named uzless,
Oh why is this thread still alive,
Somehow it has managed to survive.
So to all of you pricks
You all make me sick,
Look at how poor Bowmann cries.
We met, bilaterally, through chess.
Said I to him,
"Us chess players get little quim"
Says he, " I know, it causes me no end of distress".
Originally posted by BowmannThis wouldn't be a side-swipe at my inability to do limericks, would it?
There was a young bard of Japan
Who wrote verses that no one could scan;
When they told him 'twas so,
He replied: 'Yes, I know,
But I always try to get just as many words onto the last line as I possibly can.'