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Limerick XXXII

March 27, 2022 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

Norm was a fisherman down at the pier He’d swill whiskey all through the year One day he sorta Fell into the water And that was the end for old Norm, the poor dear

Limerick XXX

January 16, 2022 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

There once was a man called 'The Joker' He had a face that was perfect for poker Some thought his visa a rort He said; I'll see you in court And was put in a detention enclosure

Limerick XXVIII

August 15, 2021 ~ sensualism ~ 2 Comments

Journo Pete was about to turn forty When he lost his job and with it the glory He came close to the brink Downed his sorrow in drink And when he came to his face told the story

Limerick XXVII

August 15, 2021August 15, 2021 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

The old man sat by the pier on the ground He sat there drinking all the year round One day with a grudge A stranger gave him a nudge And the old man fell in the water and drowned

Limerick XVII

November 3, 2019 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

There once was an LGBTQ called Tom Who had nothing to wear to the prom It’s gotta be red I’ll wear Bonnie’s instead (Oh was he chuffed once he got her dress on)

Limerick XII

September 22, 2019 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

A man could be seen at the pier every morning Every day someone would notice him yawning Too early? one said The man’s eyes were still red Oh, it’s my wife – she just can’t stand my snoring

Limerick XI

September 22, 2019 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

There once was a fellow from Surrey Who said; it’s coming – oh shit, what a worry He felt his butt take a turn And thunder and churn I better get to the loo in a hurry

Limerick X

September 15, 2019 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

There was an old man named Ron He was as silly as others were strong He drank like a sink And fell in the drink - And when he woke he was wearing a thong

Limerick IX

September 8, 2019 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

I knew a conceited young woman named Pat Who had trouble describing her cat She’s big I suppose With a really long nose So like you then; a liar and fat

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