Three Limericks
These limericks were written during a Creative Writing Class by a group of writers. I do not claim to be the soul author.

There once was a man with a snake
Sitting nude by a lake
In all of his glory
Reading a Fabio story
Letting his snake bake


A pauper buried under a tree
What a good man was he
He stole from the rich
Was caught by a snitch
Now nobles on him do pee.


A couple in deep lust
Sweatin in a box of rust
The door flew open
and she was hopin
It wasn't the final thrust.


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