Limerick-diculous

dusk arising

 

there was a young girl from the coast
you could have her way faster than most
for the price of a snack
she'd lay down on her back
or down on all fours for french toast

old Gladys from down at Southend
had desperate need of a friend
she was hardly top billing
but for nine or ten shillings
alright for a dirty weekend

that dastardly fellow from evesham
wherever did he get all his evil from
inside rotten as a pear
he would fart everywhere
feigning innocence, forever deceiving 'em

 

there was a young man from high wycomb
cor blimey he didnt half pick 'em
one gal had three nipples
and after a tipple
the bugger would get down and lick 'em


the spritely young vicar at st giles
kept the best young boys choir in the isles
rehearsals were rigourous
his tutorials vigorous
and all the lads suffered with piles

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 15th, 2019 00:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of fun
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 26
  • User favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan.
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Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    I know that guy from Evesham, he goes to our church!

  • orchidee

    Ohh swoon! lol.

    • dusk arising

      I hope you covered Fido's ears when you read those out to the budgie.

    • Michael Edwards

      Ah great work da

      • dusk arising

        A bit of baudy filth keeps the world spinning.

      • Lorna

        Orchi is going to have a fit! Swoon all over the place. And to add insult to injury - if you had capitalized the D in the title you would have batted 1000.

        • dusk arising

          I'm still waiting.

          • Lorna

            They haven't brought him to yet...........

          • EpsilonLessThanZero

            Lol I like this a lot actually.

          • Poetic Dan

            And we are all the better for it, as I ain't a pheasant plucker I'm a pheasant plucker's son!

            Great share
            Always appreciated

            • dusk arising

              Thats another feather in your cap then.

            • Suresh

              Well written limericks are always so 'diculous', as are these.
              Thnx

              • dusk arising

                Just having a bit of light hearted creative fun. Thank you.

              • Neville

                extraordinarily guffaw able to say the least..... Neville 🙂

                • dusk arising

                  Welcome home Neville. Guffaw all u can, just dont swallow yer teef.



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