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Dirty Limericks by Ethan Coen           

In the dark, the girl’s innocent chum

Misdirected his dick up her bum.

Being told gently so,

The lad piped, “Penis? No!

This is how I’ve stopped sucking my thumb!”

           

  

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Dirty Limericks by Ethan Coen           

“‘Cat,’” he said at the bar. “Really. Is

That for Katherine, Miss? — Mrs.? Uh . . . Ms.?”

She blinked blankly at him,

Lifted one lazy limb,

Licked her privates, and trod upon his.

  

           

  

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Dirty Limericks by Ethan Coen           

A young man who fucks knotholes in trees

Says revenge is his reason, and he’s

Had relations with shrubs

Since the best garden clubs

Snubbed his purple and pink peonies.

Be he victim or vandal or sleaze,

He ignores Pete the Park Ranger’s pleas:

Not to put on a condom,

Pete says, is beyond him

These days what with Dutch Elm Disease.

  

           

  

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Dirty Limericks by Ethan Coen           

She did not date in Early Cretaceous,

Being spiky, cold-blooded, pugnacious;

And then how many males

Go for vulva with scales

And vaginas so clammy and spacious?

  

           


From the book The Drunken Driver Has the Right of Way by Ethan Coen. Copyright © 2001 by Ethan Coen. Published by arrangement with Crown Publishers, a division of Random House, Inc.