LIMERICKS - III
Her heart, I would love, that's a fact,
And her offer has much to attract!
I'd spend the whole day
'Tween her legs and just play.
And once there, I may never come back.
A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the fly, “let us flee!”
“Let us fly!” said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
There was an Italian named Marc,
Who pissed one night in the park.
But the cops caught the peasant;
His dong was fluorescent,
And glowed like a torch in the dark
The French are a race among races;
They screw in the funniest places;
Any orifice handy
Is considered quite dandy,
And that goes for the one in their faces.
There was a young man named Ned,
Who had eyes in the back of his head.
When asked where he was going,
“I’ve no way of knowing,
But I know where I’ve been to”, he said.
Save us all from restraint of expression,
Dark clouds raining down mind suppression;
The Huns have been loosed,
Evil gods rule the roost,
It's a time with the world in regression.