There once was a Giveler from Lanfruckit
Who carried his Diveler in a bucket.
He said with chagrin
“This thing is a sin.”
So he sold it by the inch for a ducket.
Far dwonce was a man who was bent
Who went by the name of Trent.
He said it was no trouble
His finances were a rubble.
Cause, instead of saving, he spent.
A son of Adam named Seth
Had a tiny little problem with Meth.
His life was a rabble
Like the Tower of Babel.
He also had no teeth and bad breath.
The Blithering Idiot 
I liked your limericks. Keep up the good work.
Those were Flimericks, NOT limericks. Can’t you read??
Sorry. i didn’t mean to offend you.
Offend me? You’re trying to bend me. Stick it up your gefest-i-phile.
Well, You can stick it up yours>
Up yours !
No Yours !!
Yours !!!
Your Mama !!!!
I surrender.
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who had a cock so long he could suck it
He said, with a grin,
As he wiped off his chin,
“If my ear was a cunt I’d fuck it.”
Well my dirty little old lady. That is certainly one version of the famous limerick.. It’s most popular among post menopausal women who haven’t been getting any of late.
What to mean–not getting any lately? Little old ladies can and do get just as much, if not more, than is sometimes good for them. Getting more turns their minds in an other direction and they start thinking like you–you blithering idiot. But, just to make you envious, remember that WE always can and that multiple!!!