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RE: LimericksRather than answer the phone |
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RE: LimericksBoy, Herron has stunk up the place |
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RE: Limericks / Limericks are back! I LOVE LIMERICKSLIMERICKS are back! I Love Limericks ! Last edited by cousinsoren 10-27-2010 at 09:44:34 AM |
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RE: Re: LimericksQuote: Originally Posted by JadedJezzabel THERE IS A YOUNG TRAMP NAMED KERRI WHO'S HOOOHAAA IS NOT VERY HAIRY SHE LIES AND SHE STEALS TO PAY FOR HER MEALS AND THE SORES ON HER FACE ARE REAL SCARY ********************************************************************************************************* OMG! Jadedjezzabel!....................... |
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RE: Re: LimericksQuote: Originally Posted by JadedJezzabel ok here we go....... There was a young man from the hood Who swore that he had lots of wood So he bragged and he boasted Till she came by to roast it And he knew he was misunderstood how was that...... &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Jadedf ! Ah-ah! Last edited by cousinsoren 10-27-2010 at 09:35:20 AM |
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RE: Re: LimericksQuote: Originally Posted by dancingbear Wrote this in high school when there was little else on my mind... There was a young nun from Trinity Who for sex had developed an affinity She always wanted more But only back door In order to retain her virginity &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Woooh ! What a backward Slut Dawg! !.................:: Last edited by cousinsoren 10-27-2010 at 09:41:36 AM |
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RE: Re: LimericksQuote:
Originally Posted by BadBadBear There's a voluptuous lady from Nevada Works the red light district in Vegas Seductively she swishes to and fro Indiscreetly observing all the John's Bumping uglies is her goal [/quo [b]Yeah, I like it, BBB! [/b] ****************************************************************************************************** There was a lady from Merryvale Woh! there she met Big Bad Bear, Who knew how to hump it. She was a strumpet fair Who always loved to pump it. ::\ :coolhm:: |
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RE: LimericksThere was a lady from Merryvale Woh! there she met Big Bad Bear, Who knew how to hump it. She was a strumpet fair Who always loved to pump it. :: Last edited by cousinsoren 10-27-2010 at 10:31:59 AM |
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RE: Limericksthere once was an ol' crybaby whiner from texas Last edited by BadBadBear 10-27-2010 at 03:57:22 PM |
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RE: LimericksThere once lived a bear in Jamaica Last edited by Aria 10-28-2010 at 02:24:37 AM |
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RE: LimericksWhore from the Jersey Shore |
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RE: LimericksGive me limerick, or give me a BBQ'ed rib.... |
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RE: Re: LimericksQuote: Originally Posted by gogant Hey wordslinger, you might say you inspired my attempt here... There once was a demon from hell who wanted to get cooled off well so he stood on his toes then let go of his hose and pissed all over his cell I love this one of yours, George, How about this one, an actual incident, My village drunk, when I was a boy, stood by the dripping standpipe,of the village, one New Year's Eve night, with his fly open for several hours,until someone rescued him. .He complained that he was pissing ,and couldn't stop. There was a drunk of Alley With liquId was really pally, By a stand pipe He pissed all night He pissed and pissed and couldn't stop. Last edited by cousinsoren 10-28-2010 at 08:12:56 AM |
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RE: RE: LimericksQuote: Originally Posted by Aria There once lived a bear in Jamaica who said to all betters, “I’ll take ya,’ I know I’m a winner, In truth, I'm no sinner, you all know a bear is no cheetah." &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Irie! Goh deh, Aria.! Gosh! Cool runnin's, Sista! Jah! ................................... There was a Bear of Jamaica Who knew well his obeah; To get a girl He had to run Away her man with rum and water.. Last edited by cousinsoren 10-28-2010 at 03:42:25 AM |
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RE: RE: LimericksQuote: Originally Posted by Aria There once lived a bear in Jamaica who said to all betters, “I’ll take ya,’ I know I’m a winner, In truth, I'm no sinner, you all know a bear is no cheetah." *********************************************************************************************************** Aria, All the cheating men in Jamaica, will adore you for this. compliment to them. I can't speak for non-cheating men............ Last edited by cousinsoren 10-28-2010 at 04:08:53 AM |
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RE: Limericks How about this one, an actual incident, My village drunk, when I was a boy, stood by the dripping standpipe,of the village, one New Year's Eve night, with his fly open for several hours,until someone rescued him. .He complained that he was pissing ,and couldn't stop. Last edited by cousinsoren 10-28-2010 at 08:16:57 AM |
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RE: RE: LimericksQuote: Originally Posted by gogant Give me limerick, or give me a BBQ'ed rib.... There once was an ostrich with shoes Who thought he could sing the blues Bewildered and bent He sang with such vent But now lives in Cousins live zoo… That was a chetah'ing, Ari..... ************************************************************************************************** I love this one of yours, George. In my zoo, I have all types of creatures ... Thank You for noticing, .......::::: The cheating men of Jamaica will take Aria's limerick as a compliment. I can't swear for the non-cheating Jamaican men........ Last edited by cousinsoren 10-28-2010 at 04:13:12 AM |
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RE: Re: LimericksQuote:Originally Posted by HarverTomsson
I've written a few, but none likely to create for me immortality: In a seaport along the south coast There’s a dive where fishermen boast And the whoppers they tell O’er their ale and fish smell It’s hard to say what stinks the most. __________________________________________________________ I love this one by Harver Tomsson. It is near to my heart. I used to live and work near the sea, at beautiful Robin's Bay, a fishing village in Jamaica. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& How about this one???? They tickle my funny bone So well with lies fishers hone Of monster fish, Dong six feet long, Bigger and thicker than my fist.. Last edited by cousinsoren 10-30-2010 at 09:33:33 PM |
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RE: LimericksI've been away from this forum for wwwaaaaayyyyyyyyy too long! |
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RE: Limericks Seen on the wall of a Jamaican Rum Bar, in a village square. Last edited by cousinsoren 10-28-2010 at 11:39:16 AM |
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RE: RE: Limericksdear mr. cousins ... Quote:
Originally Posted by cousinsoren This Catholic limerick is very popular with Pope, priests, nuns and monks. and die-hard Catholic lay folks. It is usually reverently or piously said , while fingering four decades of beads and a cross on a string or slim chain. Holy Mary! Mother of God! Blessed art thou among women, . Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Pray for us sinners Now and at t the hour of our death. |
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Originally Posted by cousinsoren Originally Posted by lunamarie dear mr. cousins ... this prayer you mention ... "the Hail Mary" ... besides being quoted incorrectly ... is not acknowledged at as a limerick ... --luna ]%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My Dear Luna, Do accept my sincere apology. THANKS for your correction. I have deleted it. Fond regards . Originally Posted by cousinsoren This Catholic limerick is very popular with Pope, priests, nuns and monks. and die-hard Catholic lay folks. It is usually reverently or piously said , while fingering four decades of beads and a cross on a string or slim chain. Holy Mary! Mother of God! Blessed art thou among women, . Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Pray for us sinners Now and at t the hour of our death. |
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RE: LimericksThis is not one of my originals, but a cute tongue-twister from many years ago: |
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RE: RE: LimericksQuote: Originally Posted by Londo This is not one of my originals, but a cute tongue-twister from many years ago: A Tudor who tutored the flute Tried to tutor two Tudors to toot Said the two to the Tudor Is it tougher to toot or To tutor two Tudors to toot? Hilarious - reminds me of a poem, "Smart Fellas," that I won't repeat, lol. K |
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RE: RE: LimericksCome on Bear, I've seen better limericks on washroom walls. Quote:
Originally Posted by BadBadBear there once was an ol' crybaby whiner from texas he suggested what could be written where, for us his mother dressed him funny, he'll get no cigar perhaps his twisted head was ran over by a car OP poets gagged him and punched his ticket for the looney bus |
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA