January 26, 2003

an offer

Okay, who here wants a dirty limerick written about them?

Posted by Douglas at January 26, 2003 4:01 PM


(But only if it involves chinchillas.)

Posted by: Mer on January 26, 2003 4:37 PM

A Goth violinist named Mer
Had outrageously dense pubic hair.
"Is that a chinchilla?
It floats my flotilla,"
Said boys whose hands wandered down there.

Posted by: Douglas on January 26, 2003 8:53 PM

me please! and it doesn't even have to involve a chinchilla, or a man from Nantucket.

Posted by: Aileen on January 26, 2003 9:47 PM

Awaking, a hunk turned a strophe
And sang, "I just bedded Ms. Brophy!"
Her 45 tat
Made the tackle get fat,
But she took home the bait as a trophy.

Posted by: Douglas on January 26, 2003 11:29 PM

I'm game if you are!

Posted by: M Matos on January 27, 2003 1:52 AM

Dammit, Douglas.

You're a sick twisted genius, but I'm not GOTH!!!

Not. GOTH.



*much stamping and howling*

I'm NOT.

(Sorry if I sound a bit cranky, it's just that this corset is killing me.)

Posted by: Mer on January 27, 2003 2:04 AM

A mix-CD mixer named Matos
Made collectible records his vatos.
He piled colored wax
Into seven-inch stacks,
Then buggered the vinyl mulattos.

[sorry. but do you have any idea how hard your name is to rhyme?]

Posted by: Douglas on January 27, 2003 10:47 AM

me! lord knows there's enough material...

Posted by: lauren on January 27, 2003 12:13 PM

me too!

Posted by: Aaron on January 27, 2003 2:34 PM

In bed, a grad student named Klein
Would confuse signifier and sign.
Shown a "phallus" (in text),
She became highly sexed:
"I'm not in the mood to decline."

Posted by: Douglas on January 27, 2003 5:36 PM

Me, please!
(raising hand, blushing.)

Posted by: Liz on January 27, 2003 6:04 PM

A girlfriend of Mr. Mandel
Likes to slather his privates with Quell.
He's got nits on his nads
From old typewriter pads,
But he'd rather be shaved by the belle.

Posted by: Douglas on January 27, 2003 11:12 PM

I said I wouldn't, but having seen your work, I think I've changed my mind. Now. Work THAT kind of vacillation into a dirty limerick. I double dog dare ya.

Posted by: Liz (G) on January 28, 2003 1:08 AM

The sound engineer Bustamante
Found her studio's gear-box picante.
She attempted to mate
With a Shure 58
And recorded herself in flagrante.

Posted by: Douglas on January 28, 2003 10:18 AM

The clothes a designer designed
Exposed her in front and behind.
"I've found," she declared,
"when a Goodman is bared,
that a hard man is easy to find."

Posted by: Douglas on January 28, 2003 4:05 PM

oh, oh me!

Posted by: lauren on January 30, 2003 12:47 PM

Me too!

Posted by: Maya on January 30, 2003 10:55 PM

tap, tap, tap...I'm waiting.

Posted by: Jess on January 31, 2003 12:39 AM

I'm game... and my name is so easy to rhyme!

Posted by: Jen on January 31, 2003 7:48 AM

For those of you looking for further limericks, they've gone to a page of their own: http://www.lacunae.com/limerix.htm . There's a new one there now, too. And I promise to get to the rest of the queue shortly.

Posted by: Douglas on February 1, 2003 1:26 AM
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