Limericks 18/12/14

by joetwo

A fellow who I once knew
Would always say “How do you do?”

Then stick out a fist
Of muscle and grist
To shake the life out of poor you

A man of exceptional wealth
Was getting concerned for his health
Said he “The rotting of cash
May lead to a rash
And discomfort around the belt

A husband and bit of a slob
Was always yapping his gob
“Enough” said his wife
As she held up a knife
“Or I’ll shove this right up in your knob”

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