A monk from the town of Toulouse <br />practiced witchcraft and penile abuse. <br />When he cast a big spell <br />on his little Fidel <br />it grew larger than both of his shoes. <br /> <br />She turned on the defogger/demister <br />when the fellow right next to her kissed her, <br />said she: Surely you jest <br />and let go of my breast, <br />just remember that I am your sister! <br /> <br />In the Birmingham city's old sewer <br />worked a smelly old fellow named Brewer. <br />When equality came <br />they did hire a dame <br />and he seized the occasion to screw her. <br /> <br />There was a young lady from Dover, <br />she grew acres and acres of clover. <br />Came an Aussie and saw <br />she was wearing no bra. <br />Said he: 'Jillaroo, I am your drover.' <br /> <br />A professor who taught at McGill <br />ate some witchetty grubs and fell ill. <br />Said the nurse: 'My dear man, <br />I will do what I can ', <br />and she rubbed his small grub for a thrill.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/five-november-limericks/
