Me: "Alexa... Happy Valentine's Day."
Alexa: "Aw thanks...." Then babbles on and offers the ability to say Valentine's poems.
Me: "Alexa... Tell me a Valentine's Day poem."
Alexa: "Roses are red. Violets are blue. Tofu pot-pie smells like a shoe!"
With a firehouse we were acquainted
red and black it was dutifully painted
but the Michelin Man
with tits and a tan
rendered my photos now tainted
Thus why troubles are no more.
His wittle nerves were annoyed
Yet no wit was employed
In all his disdain, off to Wayne he complained
So, it seems some blocks were deployed
Perhaps a limerick's not intended
sorry if you've been offended
but the personal slights
and internet fights
have turned this thread up on its end
I really don't mean to offend
with this message that I now must send
but it's abundantly clear
from the evidence here
you don't know a limerick from a rear end
There once was a shell of a man that fell aways to a new man in front of your eyes.
The new man pays no attention to those that have been outed as a narcissist.
Walking away from negative beings, has it's benefits that no negativity can top.
BT be kind. He’s obviously only had an experience with 1 person and I doubt she would feel inspired towards hygiene given who she was with.
Wasn’t there some barrage of complaints about “menstrooation?”
The classic dodge for avoiding unwanted touch.
Again, photoshop and AI are my friends.
As for smellin fishy, perhaps you should air out that sardine can you’re livin in, Melvin?
BT
Maybe a limpRick?
BT
A ball player was chasing his dream,
In tropics where the sun gleams,
With a Latina so tight
He humped all the long night,
When morning came though, he left with his team.
Back when I did over the road truck driving, I read a limerick on the bathroom wall. I can post that one...
I must advise you today
to take care in the words that you say
while poetry's fine
and I don't mean to whine
but that - a limerick? No way.
Something smells fishy...
BT that one's about you.
It certainly isn’t about smelly Melly.
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who had a cock so long he could suck it
And all of the ladies wanted to fuck it
Well, I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night.
BT
Bravo!
There once was a man from PA, who went on a cooter foray. All the girls he did toss, with his shooting of sauce. Though, their back doors were never in play.
BT
George was a man full of spice,
Whose sausage was fiery and nice,
With each zesty taste,
It was never a waste
Never eat furry meat’s my advice.
A well-partied co-ed named Dawn,
when asked what conclusion she'd drawn,
Said, "I was having a ball...
But I just can't recall
this tattoo... or where all my pubic hair's gone!!"
That sounds her backside displayed
the menu, and hands were thus laid
since it meant that my thumb
could spend time with her bum
a blind man, I readily played
On the breasts of a bargirl at Yale
Were tattooed the prices ale.
And on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
Was the same information in braile.
Nothing to fear on her end
or her front, I promise you friend
I was not terrified
but anyways verified
equipment I was about to attend
An attraction for Brazilians he had
Can’t blame him, I’ve sampled a tad
The smell he could bear
Then, it does seem quite fair
Just as long as she wasn’t a lad
