Write our own Limericks, one line at a time

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There once was a girl who wrote limericks
Whilst teasing a large number of erect dicks
with her words she beguiled
Well dressed and well styled
while pausing for occasional licks
 
There once was a girl who wrote limericks
Whilst teasing a large number of erect dicks
With élan and wit
And some good rhyming shit
she caused every man to constrict
 
The Captain strolled out on the deck
After proudly screwing his Exec
He then went below
 
The Captain strolled out on the deck
After proudly screwing his Exec
He then went below
for round two of the show
 
The Captain strolled out on the deck
After proudly screwing his Exec
He then went below
for round two of the show
And this time, he was buggered, by heck.
 
He started to walk with a limp
Not the style at all for a Pimp
 
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He started to walk with a limp
Not the style for a Pimp
But it appealed to some blokes
who'd whisper and coax
 
He started to walk with a limp
Not the style for a Pimp
he was very vain
But he overused the Rogaine
 
He started to walk with a limp
Not the style at all for a Pimp
But it appealed to some blokes
who'd whisper and coax
And his style it never did crimp
 
He started to walk with a limp
Not the style for a Pimp
he was very vain
But he overused the Rogaine
Could not find his eyes when he'd primp
 
The Dutch girls spread their legs for the sailors
While listening to Bob Marley and the Wailers
 
The Dutch girls spread their legs for the sailors.
the tinkers, the soldiers and the tailors
Along came a spy
 
The Dutch girls spread their legs for the sailors.
the tinkers, the soldiers and the tailors
So when they got clap
 
The Dutch girls spread their legs for the sailors
While listening to Bob Marley and the Wailers
They'd screw to the tunes
 
The Dutch girls spread their legs for the sailors.
the tinkers, the soldiers and the tailors
Along came a spy
No one could deny
 
The Dutch girls spread their legs for the sailors.
the tinkers, the soldiers and the tailors
Along came a spy
in the blink of an eye
 
The Dutch girls spread their legs for the sailors
While listening to Bob Marley and the Wailers
They'd screw to the tunes
from morning til noon
 
The Dutch girls spread their legs for the sailors
While listening to Bob Marley and the Wailers
They'd screw to the tunes
Under Jamaican full moons
 
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