While Billy was bombing out back,
His wife screamed, "We're under attack!"
"That was me, sweetie-pie.
No, you ain't gonna die,
Unless I catch you messin with Jack."
(Jack's real name was Mahmoud, but Billy couldn't pronounce it.)
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While Billy was bombing out back,
His wife screamed, "We're under attack!"
"That was me, sweetie-pie.
No, you ain't gonna die,
Unless I catch you messin with Jack."
(Jack's real name was Mahmoud, but Billy couldn't pronounce it.)
Oh baby, you know you's my one and only
The love of my life, my li'l roly-poly
Jack can go pound sand
I'm you're jelly-roll man
So c'mere, baby, let's do something unholy
Though some claim that the world is flat,
I have second thoughts about that,
Since my sweetie is round,
From her head to the ground.
It's more likely my world is fat.
Long tall Sally or short fat Fanny
Home town Annie or a Pakistani
They can enthrall
I love 'em all
'Cept maybe that not-quite-right tranny
Sorry, no lyimerick,Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
just feeling a bit systemic
from th eMkars Mark
that sparked a spark
recalling a ditty;
a Bob Wills witty...
this is for Yes/No:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhB-P820HP0
From a distance, the tranny's OK,
But up close something gives her away.
After touching first base,
Grasping second, the race
Down to third just might ruin your day.
(That Bob Wills song makes me want to stick to my diet.)
There was a young guy from Papua New Guinea
Piled his hair up high but his legs were too skinny
He dressed up fancy
They called him Nancy
Truth be told, he had an outie but wanted an innie
Now the trannies are hopping with hate
And those challenged with slightly more weight
Than they need to squeeze by
Are all telling me, "Die!"
"Just lay low." "They'll forget." "It's too late."
*Grace Slick was a huge supporter of free love
Our man wanted to find somebody to love
Our man needed to find somebody to love
Biology was against him
His prospects looked grim
But he was unconcerned if parts fit hand in glove
Hey, this being Easter, and in keeping with our theme of love and understanding, we oughta do a resurrection-day limerick. Whatever else he was, or whatever else people have tried to make him into between then and now, Jesus seems to have been a really good guy. And Jesus, like Grace Slick, loved everybody. Also, in every picture I've ever seen of him, he was wearing a dress.
Agreed.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sancho
They body of Jesus, they say
In a rock-covered cave they did lay
But they got quite a shock
When removing the rock
For he hasn't been seen to this day
On Easter He rose from the dead
Fulfilling what old prophets said.
Although Dawkins might doubt,
There is no need to pout.
Be happy, not fearful, instead.
There once was a fellow from Galilee
Who promoted a unique philosophy
He said it's not weak
To turn the other cheek
And turning water to wine was his propensity
I'm willing to bet good money that we were the only site on the entire web that was writing Jesus limericks yesterday.
As Easter is still with us, I think another one would be appropriate.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sancho
Could there ever be anything slicker
Than a silver-tongued Anglican vicar
Or something as funny
As an egg-laying bunny
Or a 'Jesus Loves You' bumper sticker?
http://imgur.com/E0VRPyb
Nice one, Emil.
Okay, so, back to sillier pursuits:
There once was a man who thought tweeting was GR8
For the English language though what is the fate?
2B or not 2B?
He said OMG!
BTW with 140 characters it limits what you CRE8
(I wanted to try one in text language. I think I got the character-count right)