Skip to comments.Carlos Danger Limerick Thread [Post yours. Vanity]
Posted on 07/26/2013 10:00:20 AM PDT by matt1234
FReepers, please post your Carlos Danger limericks.
There was a man who was named Carlos Danger
He was found to be sexting with strangers
When New York voters found out
They wanted him to opt out
He replied “I wasn’t born in a manger!!”
Anthony was not born in a manger
He should have worn a mask like the ranger
Huma found out
What his photo’s about
Now his Weiner’s in Danger
There once was a Carlos Danger Who accosted every female stranger Exposing to her nearly all Both two, or one his ball Hoping thus to derange 'er.
There once was a RAT named Danger
Who kept sending pics of his wanger
When CNN could no longer cover
His sexual exploits of others
MSNBC offered him a slot for his anger
There once was a gal who loved Weiner.
Who hoped for a life that was cleaner.
She asked for advice.
And Hillary’s sufficed.
But her’s was a Peyronie’s leaner.
THere once was an ass clown named Weiner
Who had a totally perverted demeanor
But New Yorkers don’t care
They like a deviant for Mayor
after all its just a misdemeanor
There once was a Sydney Leathers Who dreamt of steamy togethers She sent out pics of her face To strangers in cyberspace And lastly a pic of her nethers
Huma Abbidon finds herself vexed
With a husband addicted to sext
She said, my sweet”
You promised no tweets
But like the Clintons we are now wrecks
There once as a DemPol named Weiner
Who’s size Huma considers a “tweener”
On cam and on text
He decided to sext
Once this “blows” over . . “who’s next”?*
* Poetic license
Carlos, a weiner, sent texts
But Yorkies who saw them got vexed
He lied to his Huma
And all of the Boomahs
His frontal perversion got flexed
There once was a pol name of Weiner
Whose wife was a a Brotherhood schemer
The pride of his crotch
Made the media all watch and now he could be...
Yer Fricking mayor, Brooklyn! Wake up ya jack wagons!
On yonder hill Danger with his mighty dagger
did swagger ‘til he stagger
And the lasses they’d yawn
for they knew he was creepy spawn
On his sword he did fall, this it was for a two-bagger
His issue, he claimed, was in back of him
But nobody noticed the lack of him
A puerile transmitter,
Career in the **itter,
He opted to finally pack it in
Winner, winner chicken dinner!
A ‘rat with venereal fears
Had phone sex in both his girl’s ears;
..Said she, “I don’t mind,
..Except that I find
When my cell phone rings—I can’t hear.
That’s a good thing you did, Anthony.
That’s a real good thing.
not very good but
An amorous fellow named Tony
fel in love with his own baloney
his obsessive complusions
and moral malfunctions
put and end to mayoral ambitions
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