New Funny Rhymes

Added on Thursday, December 6th     Submitted by: tanya

jack and jill went up the hill so jack could play with fanny

jack came down with a sad frown

because fanny was a tranny

Added on Monday, November 19th

Jack and Jill went up the hill so Jack could lick Jills fanny

Jack got a shock and a mouthful of cock cause Jill was a pre-op tranny

Added on Thursday, November 1st

Warm eyes, wet lips
Gently touch my finger tips

Soft sighs, silky hair
Longing for me to touch her there

Her begging eyes
Her whimpering cries

Urgent needs of one so sweet
Bring me quickly to my feet

The night is warm, there is no doubt
It's my turn to take the dog out

Added on Friday, October 26th

there once was a girl from kew
who filled her vagina with glue
she said with a grin
they pay to get in
they can pay to get out of it two.

Added on Monday, October 15th

There was a young woman from Wheeling

Who claimed to lack sexual feeling

Til a dyke named Delores

Simply touched her clitoris

And she had to be scraped from the ceiling

Added on Monday, July 16th

There was once an aspiring veterinarian who put himself through veterinary school working nights as a taxidermist.

Upon graduation, he decided he could combine his two vocations to better serve the needs of his patients and their owners, while doubling his practice.

He opened his own offices with a shingle on the door saying, "Dr. Jones, Veterinary Medicine and Taxidermy - Either way, you get your dog back!"

Added on Friday, March 23rd

Once a young gay from Khartoum
Took a lesbian up to his room.
They argued all night
Over who had the right
To do what, and with which, and to whom.

Added on Tuesday, January 9th

Poem for women

He didn't like the casserole,
And he didn't like my cake.
My biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right,
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer,
I was looking for a clue;
Then I turned around and smacked him...
Like his Mother used to do.

Added on Tuesday, January 9th

There once was a man from Madrass,
Whose balls were made of fine brass,
In stormy weather they'd clank together
and sparks would fly out of his ass!

Added on Friday, December 22nd     Submitted by: iestyn

roses are red,
violets are blue,
your not my friend
but your darn good in bed