Friday, April 27, 2007

Poetry night in Azeroth

I had a little time on my hands during the RP event on Steamwheedle Cartel tonight, so I amused myself by making up dirty limericks. It's okay. I stayed in character.
I once knew a lass from Un'goro
Who was such an incredible whore-oh,
I went there every night
For her nethers so tight
'till she finally put me on /ignore-oh.
Thank you, I'll be here all week.


TheKinkyLibrarian said...

Tight Nethers would be a good name for a band.

E. S. Collins said...

Geek limericks are sexy. Believe it.

The Taco Prophet said...


Tim said...

There once was a shaman named Brotum
Whom the ladies thought fair, and showed 'im
He had gold by the score
and a thing for the whores
Until he noticed a rash on his totem.

The Taco Prophet said...

There once was a dork, name of Taco
Who couldn't think of words rhyming 'Taco'
To satisfy his itches
Fished around in your britches
But still couldn't rhyme fucking 'Taco.'

Julia said...

I bow before you all.

IngaYr said...

Here's a limerick that I made up for a poetry class I took back in universidad. It has nothing to do with what you're talking about, but I still like it, and because of this limerick my friend Mark Bates called me a folk art heroine. I think he was drunk, though, so it doesn't count.

The organist went to the preacher
to see about what he could teach her.
He fasted and prayed
all night and all day
but his OWN organ's too small to reach her.

: P


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