Shitter stall limericks

[det107]

It seems that poets are aroused by the smell of shit-

 

[DRTDEVL]

There once was a man named McGruder
Who wooed a nude prude from Bermuder
The prude said it was rude
To be wooed in the nude
So McGruder got ruder and screwed 'er.

 

[gunracer1]

I remember this from 45 or so years ago written on a bathroom wall of a rest stop in Tennessee.

I hope that I
shall never see
a plastic marijuana tree
synthetic woods may come and pass
but only god can grow good grass.

 

[Donk]

There was a young man from Brighton
Who thought he’d at last found a tight ‘un.
He said, Oh my love,
It fits like a glove.
Said she, But you’re not in the right ‘un.

 

[82toycrawler]

Don't look up here...

The joke is in your hand.

 

[Wolfe_Man]

He who writes on the bathroom walls
Rolls his shit into little balls
He who reads these words of writ
Eats those balls of shit

 

[Wolfe_Man]

In the days of old, When man was bold
And the toilet not yet invented
Laid their loads, upon the roads
And walked away contented

 

[KarlVP]

There once was a man named Dave
He found a hooker in a cave
she was missing a tit
and she smelled of shit
just think of the money Dave saved

 

[Squamch]

 

[pete pharoah]

This limerick was told to me many years ago by an oldtimer, who was my best man when I was 21 and he was around 60. He was a US army vet and had been present at the liberation of Dachau and lived to 100. Here is the limerick he told me over thirty years ago:

"There once was a man named McBride, fell into a shithouse and died. Along came his brother and fell down the other, now their interred side by side".

To which I replied: I don't get the part about side by side Walter.

Walla said "It was a two holer Pete!"