Ribald Limerick Poems Pt. 3
BE CAREFUL WITH THE MATH YOU DO
I once sold saliva, and since,
Just existing turned into expense
I can’t stop making spit,
It’s a damned money pit
With each swallow I lose fifty cents
ODE TO DORIS
To Doris the GILF, my respects.
She sells the best smut, kink, and sex.
And for fifteen bucks more,
If your throat’s getting sore,
She will bring you some soup in a pyrex
UPSIDE TO THE DOWNSIDE
When orders are many and various
It’s quite a fine time and affair I guess
But if business slows down,
I will smile and not frown -
I can finally eat asparagus