Two limericks

Two more products of long sessions of chemotherapy keeping me amused.

A young German fellow named Schmidt

was fondling his girlfriend’s tit

get your pecker out

you silly Kraut

she shouted, I’m dying for a bit.


A Pom down under called Jock

had a tattoo on his cock

it wasn’t a thistle,

it wasn’t a rose,

just an image of Ayers Rock


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The attraction of limericks lies in subtle innuendoes, Peter.
These I’m sorry to say do not meet those criteria.
Best, Luigi,

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