There was a young man from Penzance Who suffered depression and angst When he chose a new style, Had a play for a while, And discovered S2 was askance.
Man came home one night, falling about larffing, told his wife he'd just heard the funniest and filthiest limerick ever. "So what was it?" sez she, but he sez he can't possibly tell her, it's far too filthy. "Look", sez she, "If you think there's something too filthy for me, just say 'blank' and I'll use my imagination."
Sorry for the delay; I've been away from LJ for a few days.
Hmmm. This could be more polished, but I'm meant to be developing legislation right now...
There was a young man from East Croydon Whose life was quite lacking in joy, when He found sudden pleasure In drinking at leisure With a young and imaginative hoyden.
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Ba-dum!
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And soon had a snap in his pants!
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Oops! Wrong verse form...
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It wouldn't work for me, generally. Maybe it what was made the poor chap depressed in the first place.
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What if he were from East Croydon?
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Who suffered depression and angst
When he chose a new style,
Had a play for a while,
And discovered S2 was askance.
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"Look", sez she, "If you think there's something too filthy for me, just say 'blank' and I'll use my imagination."
So he sez, OK, it goes:
Blank blank blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank blank blank
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Blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank blank cunt
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Hmmm. This could be more polished, but I'm meant to be developing legislation right now...
There was a young man from East Croydon
Whose life was quite lacking in joy, when
He found sudden pleasure
In drinking at leisure
With a young and imaginative hoyden.
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after an idyllic movie,
he became far too groovy,
and started an Irish Riverdance.
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(Yes, I know this isn't a limerick.)
And many, many happy returns of your day.