The Treasure of Saint Timothy

Saint Timothy, you're a treasure here on the Soup You're so good at limericks, words rhyming with poop It ain't all that easy At times I get queasy But you Saint Timothy, words just roll out, whoop whoop
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Smith Avatar
March 25, 2016 at 7:52 AM
I am surely not much of a saint...there are things in my closet that taint....like that time at the lake...when that boat I did take....and the cops had put me in constraints
Ellison Avatar
March 25, 2016 at 10:41 AM
You were naughty... I'll pretend I didn't read that!!! LOL
Smith Avatar
March 25, 2016 at 7:24 AM
Jack, you are fast becoming the master limerist of bodily functions. Congratulations, you've created quite a "movement".
Ellison Avatar
March 25, 2016 at 7:31 AM
LOLLOLLOL Very clever repartee!!! That's me, a "bodily function" man... your comments really moved me!!!
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