Write our own Limericks v 5.0

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Why thank you, now finish this rhyme
I might if I had the time
Oh do hang around
There's fun to be found
 
Why thank you, now finish this rhyme
I might if I had the time
Oh do hang around
There's fun to be found
With folks here all in their prime
 
A brief interlude while I tell you of my late father's favourite limerick, which never failed to make him (and me) laugh:

There was a young man from Bengal
Who had a hexagonal ball
Its molecular weight
Was his prick times eight
And twice the square root of fuck all!
 
Feel free to add to the previous lines but stick to the rhyme and rhythm of limericks:
A limerick is a form of poetry, especially one in five-line, predominantly anapestic meter with a strict rhyme scheme (AABBA), which is sometimes obscene with humorous intent. The first, second and fifth lines are usually longer than the third and fourth.
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So, picking up from where we left off

She laughed as she rode him and bucked
She loved getting thoroughly fucked
After 5000 times
A middle age beauty named Candy
With a gentleman's cock was quite handy
she'd tug and she'd spit to lubricate it
And smile when he came oh so grandly.
 
A new Litster by the name of Hornblende
Had the Litsters at their wit's end
Playing the Arouse thread
Keeping me awake in bed :D
 
There once was a comic named Pee Wee
Whose member had the shape of a kiwi
He learned that day
when the cops took him away
That his kiwi could do more than wee-wee
 
A new Litster by the name of Hornblende
Had the Litsters at their wit's end
Playing the Arouse thread
Keeping me awake in bed
By typing and then pressing send :)

lol....nice! *smiling*
 
So Barefootgirl likes the slow burn, ;)
To be teased and made to yearn
Staying on the edge
 
So Barefootgirl likes the slow burn, ;)
To be teased and made to yearn
Staying on the edge
Don't we all make that pledge?
 
So Barefootgirl likes the slow burn,
To be teased and made to yearn
Staying on the edge
Don't we all make that pledge?
But maybe there's more she can learn
 
I once had a cat- 'twas a runt.
Her backside looked just like her front.
She had lots of hair,
and, people would stare;
So I thought i would name her- "my cunt".
 
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