Thought i would throw this into the heady mix of forum life - we got a bit bored in UK chat the other day so started writing Limericks about each other - now as the rules of SH are tight and stringent i think it wise to keep this to writing limericks about ones selves :rascal:
i shall start it off by one about little old me!!!!!
There was a young woman called Kat, who was often on cam in her hat, she was diddling one day when her wand got carried away, and she splattered her keyboard that's that!!!!!!!
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Now this is interesting and I LOVED your Limerick.
I will be back with one of my own!!!
Chains and rope are free to all,
Binding women and men in all kinds of spots
Crouching and pleading helps them not
As I knot the rope that severely binds them.
Waiting for their whining.
Before any knot is undone.
As a beauty I am not a star,
There are others more handsome by far;
But my face -- I don't mind it,
For I am behind it;
It's the people in front that I jar.
Mary had a little lamb, she also had a duck, she put them on the mantle piece, to see if they would........... get on together.
Great idea. I knew all the dirty rhymes from my school days would come in handy one day
Roses are red,
My moustache and van are black;
I hope you like candy,
Come on over and get in the back.
There was an old man named CapeRock
Who discovered a nice hole in the rock
Well, he tried it this way
Then tried it that way
To his dismay the crown jewel was firmly docked
There once was a man called Dave,
Who dug up a prostitutes grave,
She was mouldy as shit,
And missing a tit,
But look at the money he saved!
:shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock:
I gaze at my penis in the mirror,
Holding a very large scissor,
If I trim about half,
A piece of my shaft,
It will still be the size of my liver!!
Little miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider and frightened little miss Muffet away...
Little miss Muffet came back
and donnered him vrek.
She stepped on his willy
and slapped him silly.
Bumping this thread shamelessly :bounce:
Life's path lies before you,
white as driven snow,
Be careful how you trot it,
for every mark will show.
And when life's days are over,
And the path that you did trot,
May your name in Gold be written,
in the autograth book of God.
I like it high, I like it mighty,
I would like your pajamas next to my nighty.
Now don't be mistaken, and don't be misled,
I don't mean on the wash-line, but in my bed.....