There was a sad virgin from Mallow
Whose c....t was tragically fallow
She met a young gent
And made out in his tent
but complained he was desperately callow
There was an old pervert from Devon
Who got himself thrown out of heaven
He texted Saint Peter
'You guys need a heater
there it never goes over eleven'.
A frisky young poet from Canning
Did badly want to practice some scanning
So he scanned all the parts
Of the local town tarts
Which police quickly set about banning. ?
(apologies to Jennifer and Martin.....)
Oops, typo! 'Would', of course.
I like these limericks. I've been wanting to try my hand at it and I think you've just convinced me. Would you mind if I made a suggestion? The final line of the first limerick doesn't scan (for me]; were it changed to, 'then called him a coward and callow' (or substitute 'a coward' for some other 3-syllable word with 2nd syllable stressed) it woulf flow more smoothly.
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jennifer Malden
Tue 21st May 2019 17:24
Thanks for the comments Martin and Don. Also Keith and Jason for the likes. They are definitely below par here, but it has always amused me to write them .Brings me back to my schooldays when we used to come up with some really filthy ones! Loved yours Don!
They are 'silly and perhaps puerile' but they amuse me.
Jennifer