Post by HawkerWhat! No Irish input after this wonderful Limerick?
There was an old Irish arsehole called O'Gob
Who shoves his knob in the hob
And screamed and yelled
As the tip of his tool swelled
That daft old Irish man called O Gob
Your limerick had failed to impress.
Doesn't scan and the humour's a mess
The impression that's left
Is a mind that's bereft,
seeking fame and attention no less.
Please stop writing those poems today
Stick your head up your hole and go'way.
For your rhyming is bad
And the sentiment's sad.
And you're willy's too small anyway.
I'm surprised you can still make it hard
With a beergut that's made out of lard
With a sporran that size
And balls covered in flies
You must constantly be on your guard.
Nearly everyone must take the piss
From a Scotsman as stupid as this
How the lassies must fidget
when you show them your widget
As it smells and begins to hiss.
Surely steam is the explosive force
That erects this stand in for a horse
But just one little prick
Bursts your man-made dick
And exposes your mouse that roars
For a small-willy'd Scot is so sad.
A boy among men is just bad
With his scuttery prick
This wee Scot is so sick
And his girlfriend is just hopping mad.
For she thought she had got the real deal
Some Scot man-meat that would make her squeal
But the lassies delight
Was soon turned into fright
When your teenyest part was revealed.
I have no words of comfort for you
Save "go see the great apes in the zoo.
They have great muscles all
but their penes are small
Ride a monkey, they'll look up to you."
Hjave a njice djay, fjuckhead.
:-)
M.