Daily Limerick Archives: July 2000
Contains Mature (and immature) Content;If You’re a Minor, Go Away!
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Daily Limerick 7/1/2000:
There once was a fellow named Nolan
who went out for tacos and bowlin’.
Ate such a large share
that bad gas, ’mid spare
left him with a mere semi-colon.
Daily Limerick 7/2/2000:
A drunk tried composing a sonnet
to finger a girl in a bonnet.
When a friend did then query
why he pined for fat Mary
said, “Can’t put my finger upon it.”
Daily Limerick 7/3/2000:
A boy on the honor roll list
enjoyed giving buddies the fist.
On the day of careers
he thought of their rears
and profiled a proctologist.
Daily Limerick 7/4/2000:
Most men don’t like kids—please don’t fear—
but especially after much beer—
as the marketers flex
her appeal based on sex—
many guys would throw Britney a Spear.
Daily Limerick 7/5/2000:
The state of free speech is a mess
threatened by the fears of Congress.
Be en guard, I warn
stand up for your porn—
and your pursuit of happiness!
Daily Limerick 7/6/2000:
A high-octaved diva who lacked
good tongue action when she was sacked
found a man who licked trimmin’s
with a tongue like Gene Simmons
and she screamed so high his glasses cracked.
Daily Limerick 7/7/2000:
A homeless babe asked for a Triscuit;
a fellow offered her a brisket.
She dined in his tower
then he made her shower
and he tasted her whisker biscuit.
Daily Limerick 7/8/2000:
A rich man founded his own nation
an isle full of chicks—what elation!
Men he WOULD invite
had to enter right
through his port called “Ejacu Station.”
Daily Limerick 7/9/2000:
A coffeehouse dweller named Guffin
got hungry o’er coffee and puffin’.
Surveyed the girl there
and the bean sprout fare
and settled on a hairy muffin.
Daily Limerick 7/10/2000:
A 12-year-old boy, a mere pup
met a lass with a 38 cup.
Was so horny, ’twas silly
and he showed her his Willie
when the buxom chick asked him, “What’s up?”
Daily Limerick 7/11/2000:
A hot girl and full-blood Apache
had lust that was real hard to match-y.
Came the year, when this dame
was to choose her own name
and so she dubbed herself “Hungry Snatchy.”
Daily Limerick 7/12/2000:
Today marks a year of DL
(this e-plane of poetic hell)
and limericks don’t cease
(though quality’s certainly fell).
Daily Limerick 7/13/2000:
A fit, acrobatic young floozy
had wild sex within a jacuzzi
which filled her with bubbles
causing lots of troubles
releasing them made her crotch bruisy
Daily Limerick 7/14/2000:
A yuppie named Kimberly Chung
was a kiss ass on the highest rung
of the brown nosing ladder.
Kissing butt was not matter
but ’twas strange that she even used tongue.
Daily Limerick 7/15/2000:
A woman who worked on the docks
stowed away nude in a crate of lox.
Mailed herself to her fella,
when he removed his Stella
he was glad for the rack in the box.
Daily Limerick 7/16/2000:
A dork and master of claymation
made a hot chick for a creation.
She looked fine, it was true
but made for one strange screw—
though nice to view during claybation.
Daily Limerick 7/17/2000:
A buxom and sexy young singer
dated a fellow named Tom Klinger.
For gifts, her great passion
was items of fashion:
For Christmas, gave her Tom’s Hill-finger.
Daily Limerick 7/18/2000:
A 30-year virgin named Durfin
went out with some pals one day surfin’.
But out in the surf
was a female Smurf
so Durfin instead did go smurfin’.
Daily Limerick 7/19/2000:
A girl wearing just go-go boots
took a jungle walk one day for hoots—
made the day rather fair
for a man lying there—
and exclaimed, “Oh my—this bamboo shoots!”
Daily Limerick 7/20/2000:
A dyke with a bad Gay-Dar sensor
dated rarely and just got tenser.
Went to a game one day—
found the stadium a Lez Dispenser.
Daily Limerick 7/21/2000:
A man who made crafts in the malls
spilled glitter down his overalls.
And midgets galore
would fall to the floor
and dance ’neath his new disco balls.
Daily Limerick 7/22/2000:
A man with a marionette
met a lass with a puppet nymphette
These ventriloquists dated
and soon his lust was sated
while his dummy, too, wet his dickette.
Daily Limerick 7/23/2000:
A Beverly Hills tub o’ fat
saw the doc to get her stomach flat.
So he gave her a look
naked, at every crook
and he asked, “Would you like thighs with that?”
Daily Limerick 7/24/2000
There once was a man named Barone
who spent most of his time alone.
Tried playing guitar
but didn’t go far
but man could that cat play his bone!
Daily Limerick 7/25/2000:
There once was a fellow named Grover
who did find a 13-leaved clover.
This innocent man
was framed and jailed and
in prison they named him Ben Dover.
Daily Limerick 7/26/2000:
A daring Italian named Paul
ate red pepper ’til he climbed a wall.
Got his wife to smoke pole
lick his balls, swallow whole—
she replied, “That’s a spicey meatball!”
Daily Limerick 7/27/2000:
There once was a fella’ named Fred
whose dame’s dad shot him in the head.
He was a magician
in his hat he went fishin’—
and the rabbit he pulled out was dead.
Daily Limerick 7/28/2000:
A fellow from Ticonderoga
did lust for a teacher of yoga.
He dressed up like Zeus
and pinched her caboose
which caused uprising in his toga.
Daily Limerick 7/29/2000:
A band of young nymphs straight from Greece
got jobs as cops to pay their lease.
But most of the time
they’d hump, not fight crime.
They dubbed them the Mounted Police.
Daily Limerick 7/30/2000:
A man who had trouble with sleep
took a tip from a friend and snoozed deep.
The friend saw him one night
humping under moonlight
and yelled “no, you sick jerk, you COUNT sheep!”
Daily Limerick 7/31/2000:
There once was a fellow named Fagin
who one day converted to Pagan
he played new age games
to nail many dames
but still ended up mostly beggin’.
Ah July! The month of sweaty heat and obnoxious tourists in every major city! The month of independence! As our forefathers probably dreamed about when creating America, today you can get one thirsty limerick to your electronic mailbox each and every day. What a country!
In July of 1999, one month before the All Limerick Slam at the 1999 National Poetry Slam festivities, I was bitten by a radioactive Leprechaun and the Daily Limerick was born. Suddenly, my path in life became clear. I was born to be a crusader for uncensored truth, justice and Limerick! Actually, I wanted to get an AUDIENCE for the Limerick Slam I’d be hosting, but I was so amazed at the lack of enthusiasm for the project that I thought I’d send a Daily Limerick indefinitely! Plus, I won the Limerick Slam accidentally and wanted to give something back to the Limerick community! (Not too much, as there was no prize in it for me!) I’m committed to at least a year of the limericks—perhaps for the rest of my life, if we have enough subscribers!
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