type slowly.

Oh my god.

Posted in sad triumphs, words by Lara Crombie on April 5, 2010

I found some limericks I wrote a while back. They are not very good. Unfortunately, only one word rhymes with ‘Nantucket’ (BUCKET. GET YOUR BRAIN A ROOM).

Without further ado…the tamest limericks in existence on the Internet:

I once knew a boy from Des Moines,

Who winked when he slurred “damn, you foine.”

We girls rolled our eyes

So he spun a few lies

But never found peace with his groin.

*****

There was a young woman from Kent

Who worried her life was unspent

So she traveled abroad

And hoped to find God

Or at least a few sins to repent.

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