Three Limericks for the Lunch Hour
New Orleans? Girl, my oh my.
I love it so much I could die.
But the summer heat–oh!–
Makes my nuts hang so low
That they stick to the back of my thigh.
New Orleans has a colorful past.
The locals are genteel, not crass.
But its tropical air
Makes summer hard to bear
‘Cause there’s sweat in the crack of my ass.
New Orleans is pretty and gay
(and yes, I mean “gay” in that way).
The queens come for frolics
And leave alcoholics
Then claim that we led them astray.
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