There was a an old bishop of Birmingham
Who raped pretty girls whilst confirming 'em -
To thunderous applause
He pulled down their drawers
And injected the episcopal sperm in 'em.
In the depths of the crypt of St Giles
The screaming re-echoed for miles.
The verger said, "Gracious!
Has Father Ignatius
Forgotten the Bishop has piles?"
A saucy young lady from Cheadle
Gave a dose of the clap to the beadle.
When she asked, "Does it itch?"
He said, "Yes, you damned bitch,
And it burns like hell fire when I peedle."
Here one I wrote for a challenge to produce a limerick about a funeral:
"Let us pray for the dear departed,"
Said the vicar, "for he was good-hearted -
Though he'll still go to hell
For the horrible smell
That the old bugger made when he farted."
Who raped pretty girls whilst confirming 'em -
To thunderous applause
He pulled down their drawers
And injected the episcopal sperm in 'em.
In the depths of the crypt of St Giles
The screaming re-echoed for miles.
The verger said, "Gracious!
Has Father Ignatius
Forgotten the Bishop has piles?"
A saucy young lady from Cheadle
Gave a dose of the clap to the beadle.
When she asked, "Does it itch?"
He said, "Yes, you damned bitch,
And it burns like hell fire when I peedle."
Here one I wrote for a challenge to produce a limerick about a funeral:
"Let us pray for the dear departed,"
Said the vicar, "for he was good-hearted -
Though he'll still go to hell
For the horrible smell
That the old bugger made when he farted."
Only sheep need a shepherd.