I once dated the mother of Masher
He'd cry every time I would smash her
So he'd beat on the walls
Punch himself in the balls
Until he got scared off by a slasher
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Mashed Turd, in his attempt to be witty
Tried his hand at writing a ditty
His verse didn’t scan
So he gave up his plan
And stuck to his prose, which is ****ty
Turd Masher, who dreams only of cock
Tries to troll with intent to shock
But his deplorable prose
Energizes his foes
And they gather around him to mock
There was a great leader named J.D.
Who ****ed his couch and caught herpes
So he ****ed his recliner
And all the booths at the diner
And made Turda get down on his knees
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An ode to SCZ. 🥰
There once was a man named Derek.
Who liked to pretend he's a chick.
He used stolen photos of Tinder-sourced bimbos.
To cover up he had a dick.
My password is password.
It's clear the TWD limericks standards were really high….I used to tease BMF because his limericks never scanned, but he'd wipe the floor with most limerickists.