It's limericks time

This time I threw in a little graphic poem to start things off and then we move on to the limericks section. So suspend your disbelief and sit back to limericks galore

The man who has homicidal tendencies
He feels love for none
So puts up his walls
And slaughters his son


He killed his wife
His daughter too
He even killed the giraffe
When he broke into the zoo

(the giraffes are evil, they must die, Eddie Izzard believes in evil giraffes too, just watch "Eddie Izzard: Glorious")

(now on to the limericks)

There once was a man who lived on ice floes
How he lived that way, still nobody knows
He was found in a real bed
Getting some pretty good head
For once he chose hoes before floes


There once was a very old virile geezer
who serviced a girl while listening to Weezer
She found it pleasant and juicy
His tongue in her moisturized pussy
Poor bastard then died just trying to please her


Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow
And every where that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go

She snorted much cocaine
It went straight to her brain
The lamb then asked if her if he could finish off the blow


There once was a woman with a nice rack
and a sexy angel tattoo on her back
She had too much small dick
This habit she'd kick
So now all the guys she does are black


They say Robin Hood was a lie, he did not exist
And Maid Marian was a woman that he never kissed
From the porno I had seen
A good marksman, he hadn't been
Because he aimed his cum for her mouth and then missed