For your reading amusement, I present two original limericks:
There once was a young man named Ben
Who had himself only one hen
He tried to breed more
But he found himself sore
Because hens, it seems, can’t breed with men
An eager New Yorker named Beth
Cooked herself up a big batch of meth
She got proper fucked
For her recipe sucked
And exploded, resulting in death
I was originally gonna do another one but I couldn’t make it work. It was about a man banging a golden retriever.
But I figure I’ve filled my bestiality quota for one post with the first one.
Of course, now that I’ve typed the word “bestiality” not once, but twice in this post I’m sure that I’m going to be getting nasty google searches for the rest of eternity.
Woe is me.