Everyone is Irish, if only on St. Patrick’s Day, which is tomorrow, Thursday, March 17th. I’ve republished a slightly naughty limerick I wrote a few years ago in honor of the holiday.
Lim’ricks are the naughtiest prose
Dirty rhymes we love to compose
Men from Nantucket
Shouting, “Go $uck it!”
Are fun to write I suppose
If you have a limerick you’d like to share, I’d enjoy reading it. Feel free to e-mail me or leave it in the comments section for others to enjoy.
Éire go Brách
BosGuy 
Deep from the crypt of St. Giles
Came a scream that resounded for miles.
The vicar said “gracious!
Has Brother Ignatius
Forgotten the bishop has piles?”
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There was a young man from Boston
Who had an American Austin
He had room for ass
And a gallon of gas
But his balls hung out
And he lost ’em
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MY GOD! How can it be so perfect?
I love this man without reservation, he is so handsome and his body is worthy of an altar on Olympus!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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This Ginger Lad is a dream
Took no time to cream
His trail is a treasure
That I plan to pleasure
All the way down to his seam
Does anyone know this hot stud is?
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Sorry, but I don’t know who he is. Not even sure how I got the image.
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You have no forgiveness from God for not having ALL the facts about this meaty wonder!!!!
You will go to hell for this!
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There once was a woman from Wheeling
Who claimed she’d no sexual feeling
Then a fellow named Boris
Helped her find her clitoris
Now they can’t get her off of the ceiling
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There was a young couple named Kelly
Who had to walk belly to belly
In their amorous haste
They used library paste
Instead of petroleum jelly
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There was a young lady named Sally
Who enjoyed an occasional dally
When she sat in the lap
Of a well endowed chap
She exclaimed “This one’s right up my alley!”
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