Limericks for Beasts
and smells when I go to the can Does it tell her my health? Or imply my wealth? Or to her, does it just smell grand? |
My friend is white, black and tan|
because my crotch is red and sore I will never again Taste my favorite sweet sin Because I have balls no more |
My Name is Jeeves, I can not score|
looks harmless, but it's a disguise She won't stop to beg She climbs up your leg And makes hamburger out of your thighs |
The cat with the bright blue eyes