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
© pommer 2023
The attraction of limericks lies in subtle innuendoes, Peter.
These I’m sorry to say do not meet those criteria.
Thank you Luigi for commenting I shall have to take note of your comment.Peter