A tender young laddie was he
When he climbed to the top of the tree.
With spyglass in hand
And his whole evening planned,
He watched the whole ballgame for free.
When Anne got undressed by the mirror
her sweet, hidden charms became clearer.
Her nurples were purped
"I'm a hottie" she burped
And the customer had to pay dearer
If we had a line from Melisande . . .
the Limerick Thread would be grand!
but lines from all others
(including our mothers)
have gotten a bit out of hand.
(Adjusting a lot, just because I felt the need; send me bad reps if you hate it.)
If ye're runnin' skeered fer yer life
In the old Scottish county of Fife
Beware ye the sheep
And the comp'ny they keep
'Cuz one of 'em might know yer wife!
I apologize to you. Profusely.
I know that you're not fond of muesli
It's thick and it's gritty
oh, what a pity
But it's food... and I use the term loosely
The Sheriff of Nottingham's pants
Was attacked by a mound of red ants
Why he left them where
all the townfolk would stare
and did Napoleon Dynamite's dance
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