A surgeon called Stanislav Slaughter <br />took his blond anorexic young daughter <br />to a pigs' knuckle feast <br />(yes, the pig was deceased) <br />just one taste of the knuckle meat taught her. <br /> <br />A catholic preacher named Ed <br />who in some things was easily led <br />took a walk in the park <br />where he met in the dark <br />a young lady who took him to bed. <br /> <br />There is always our God-given hope <br />said the wise and well-salaried pope. <br />God will feed all the poor <br />and provide a quick cure <br />If it fails there is always the rope. <br /> <br />An old dentist named Doc Halitosis <br />had loose bowels and hyperhidrosis <br />all his fumes thus did serve <br />to subdue every nerve <br />he retired with psychoneurosis. <br /> <br />An urologist named Doctor Biddle <br />had a patient presenting a riddle. <br />When his dentures were in <br />he could pee with a grin. <br />With them out he could not even piddle. <br /> <br />She had taken her horse for a ride. <br />On the day she became a young bride. <br />In the honeymoon suite <br />she said Darling, I'm beat <br />thus she lied just to save her own hide.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/january-limericks/
