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There was once a young man named MacBride|
Who fell into a privy and died.
MacBride had a brother
Who fell in another,
And now they're interred side by side.
He could vary, with proper persuasion,|
His fart to suit any occasion.
He could fart like a flute
Like a lark, like a lute,
This highly fartistic Caucasian.
He'd fart a gavotte for a starter,|
And fizzle a fine serenata.
He could play on his anus
Oof, boom, er-tum, tootle, hum tah-dah!
There was a young man named Ringer,|
Who was seducing a beautiful singer.
He said with a grin,
"I've now rammed it in!"
She said, "You mean that isn't your finger?"
There is a young lass of Valencia,|
For whom sex is a form of dementia.
For the first hour she's quiet,
Then she builds to a riot,
With a noise that grows quickly intensia.
He was great in the Christmas Cantata,|
He could double-stop fart The Toccata,
He'd boom from his ass
Bach's B-Minor Mass,
And in counterpoint, La Traviata.
Spurred on by a very high wager|
With an envious Lieutenant Major,
He proceeded to fart
The complete oboe part
Of the Hayden Octet in B-Major.
A disgusting young man named McGill|
Made his neighbors exceedingly ill
Because of his habits
Involving white rabbits
And a bird with a flexible bill.
Fuck me quick, fuck me deep, fuck me oft,|
In the bog, in the bath, in the loft,
Up my ass, up my quim
Knees, armpits, lip rim,
With your prick...but *please*...nothing soft.
It went off in capital style,|
And he farted it through with a smile;
Then, feeling quite jolly,
He tried the finale
Blowing double-stopped farts all the while.