Three Limericks For My Friend Jerry H. - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
He had gone on a date with Miss Lilly,
with high hopes to make use of his Willie.
But the size of a toe
made Miss Lilly say NO,
'Twas the little toe, looking quite silly.
In the back of a beetle Vee Dub,
Mister Sorenson called her a cub.
She resented the term
'You can keep all your sperm,
and there won't be no rub-a-dub- dub.'
People wear too much make-up to hide
the true natue they harbour inside.
I'll advise you to be
what you wish them to see,
taking only yourself for a ride.
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