Most Commented Limerick Poems (105)

His girlfriend is so small she's called Banty.
The blouses she wears are so scanty.
I'd venture a guess
What he likes best
Is under her skirt, there's no panties.

A dirty old man from Tibet
tried to catch a young girl on the Net
But the cute little tease
was in fact the police
In his cell he regrets that they met

A lady who lived in her car,
Who I'd met up with once in a bar,
When she came back to town,
And was feeling quite down,
Came and made me feel just like a star.


There was a hot blonde from the South,
Did amazing things with her mouth,
Her kiss was a blast,
But what left them aghast,
Was she'd suck but she'c never spit out.

:D

delete me.

There once was a girl with a hatchet

So sharp you'd be hard pushed to match it,

Don't get into a flap,

Far worse was her clap,

After last night you're certain to catch it.

There was a young woman from skye
who sang softly as she sauntered by
with the wind in her hair
and with barely a care
and a gleam and smile in her eye

We first met across the miles and never met another We talked for hours day by day...imaginary lovers. The miles grew few ,we learned alot our lives they grew together.
and then came change that rocked our life and led to stormy weather. I did not run I faced the fury because my heart remained, But yours grew thin,and cold, frustration left its stain. I cried out to the one i knew and reached across the pain, And held my hand out to you which you would not deign. The tears began, my insides quaked ,my heart is slowly breaking. Emotion tore the world apart, my heart so badly aching. And now you hide behind the wall, your eyes and ears are closed. The lives you are destroying now are ones that you proposed. I know that life and love is hard I know that I won't give in. But if you feel life has you trapped And it is not worth living; Remember I still care for you, My heart it is forgiving. But I will go because I care and leave this world behind me. And deep inside my broken soul my heart will always love thee.

there was a young lady from bude, who went for a swim in the nude, a man in a punt, stuck his pole in the water, and said "you cant swim here, it's private"

To those who worship the 'god' of Sports
whether played on fields or on the courts,
Always remember that in the end
tis only a 'score' you'll hate or defend
but to this 'god' we do not give our reports!

There's an old miser named Will,
Lives on Broadway on a high hill,
Whenever it rains
He floats down to Main,
Thus he saves on his gasoline bill.