Three Bawdy Limericks I Wish I Hadn'T Written
A progressive mother across the street
Taught her twelve-year-old how to beat his meat
Gave him a graphic lesson,
She was proudly confessin’
In ways, I think, this mother hard to beat.
When the time comes get right down to it
Having a good poop is a fine sit
Quite relaxing, in fact,
Once you get the knack
Ten minutes is a jolly good sh*t.
A boy in Winchester rubbed it raw
I think, frankly, that practice takes some gall
As a doctor I grimaced,
This young lad was the dimmest
That day of all the young patients I saw.
Written May 22, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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