for March
by u/chiefsquirrel in limericks


Keep it Dirty!
The crab must have come from the shore-y
Who knew it’d cause such an uproar-y
Yet it still made the news
Really quite the snooze
But the ones in her pubes, a different story
Were you a more elegant chap,
I’d ask to sit down on your lap
Cross-legg’d, like a swami
For ‘hide the salami’,
But it seems that you’re ill with the clap!
There once was a girl from Mitchen
Who was scratching her twat in the kitchen.
Her mother said, “Rose,
you’ve got crabs I suppose.”
She said, “Yes and those fuckers are ‘itchin!”
There was a young Scotchman named Jock
Who had a most horrible shock:
He once took a shit
In a leaf-covered pit,
And the crap sprung a trap on his cock.