Good knockers don't make you inferior

[Martin]

Good knockers don't make you inferior
men can love both for mind and exterior.
If my stare's too acute
you can retribute.
Just have a glance at my posterior.


Stolen from this funny fellow: http://www.reddit.com/user/Limerickator

 

[eplebnista]

A sign on her closet door sang
of how men could go themselves hang.
She loves to be bitchy,
but when she gets "itchy"
all she has is a big plastic wang.

 

[El Guaraguao]

/yawn

 

[moshquerade]

There was a young lady from Nizes
Whose breasts were two different sizes.
One was so small
It was nothing at all,
But the other was huge and won prizes.

 

[Iron Woode]

There once was a man from Nantucket

yeah, you know the rest.

 

[Newbian]

Good knockers in most peoples mind makes you superior last I checked.

 

[shortylickens]

I once knew
a brother named John...

who loved to dance
when he got it on.

He made the pussy
do the watusi...

and she said, ''Ooh, God damn,
this rhythm is strong.''

Stay black.

 

[moshquerade]

There was a young man named Sweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie.
He thought this uncouth,
So he added vermouth,
And slipped his girl a martini.

 

[geno]

An old one I once heard :

There once was a man from Nantucket
With fine balls of brass
In stormy weather
They'd clang together
And sparks flew out his ass

 

[jonks]

Originally posted by: geno
An old one I once heard :

There once was a man from Nantucket
With fine balls of brass
In stormy weather
They'd clang together
And sparks flew out his ass

now I really don't like to nitpick
but what you wrote there isn't a limerick
your first two lines do not rhyme
so try one more time
or don't, I'm just being a big prick

 

[AstroManLuca]

wow these suck

 

[Zenmervolt]

Originally posted by: jonks

Originally posted by: geno
An old one I once heard :

There once was a man from Nantucket
With fine balls of brass
In stormy weather
They'd clang together
And sparks flew out his ass

now I really don't like to nitpick
but what you wrote there isn't a limerick
your first two lines do not rhyme
so try one more time
or don't, I'm just being a big prick

That, and brass doesn't spark.

ZV

 

[joesmoke]

There once was a man named Screwy Dick,
A man who was born with a spiral prick.
His life was spent in one long hunt
to find the girl with the spiral wise and beautiful woman.
When he found her he dropped dead,
'cause that stupid bitch had a left hand thread!!!

 

[Blunc]

There once was a young man named Lodge,
Who sat with his girl in a Dodge,
He buckled her in
and committed a sin,
Without ever leaving the garage.

(as poorly remembered from "A Boy And His Dog")