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I know we keep seeing the same things recycled in this thread, but to do it the next day is probably a record.
Who went for a swim in the lake
A man in a punt
Stuck his pole in the water
And said you can’t swim here love it’s private.
Who’s tits were different sizes
One was so small
You couldn’t see it at all
But the other won several prizes.
Who swallowed a dynamite pill
His bum backfired
His tummy retired
and his willy shot over the hill.
Who had a funny feeling
Sat on a chair with her legs in the air
And pished all over the ceiling
By God he had a whopper!
Twice round his neck
And once round the deck
And back up his arse as a stopper!
Twas on the good ship Venus....
Who used to eat soup with a fork
For he said since I eat
Neither fish, fowl, or flesh
I should otherwise finish too quick.
Whose limericks never would scan
When asked why that was
He said it’s because
I always try to cram as many words into the last line as I possibly can.
Made love several times in a Hansom
When she clamoured for more
Came a voice from the floor
“The name ma’am is Simpson not Samson”
The words just get all jumbled and meaningless. Like when you repeat a word over and over and over and over and over and over and over.
She also had a duck
She put them on the mantle piece
To see if they would fall off.
Who thought he did funny limericks
He didnt