Summer is just 'round the bend
I'd thought winter would never end
Now I've got different thoughts
As I'm wearing my shorts
Summer is just 'round the bend
I'd thought winter would never end
Now I've got different thoughts
As I'm wearing my shorts
to burn red is what i intend
in my bermuda shorts with my top off
this summer i'm hoping to cop off
This here am the limerick thread.
We play nice and we're not inbred.
We blush when we speak,
We bathe once a week,
We love trees and, yes, we're coed.
in my bermuda shorts with my top off
this summer i'm hoping to cop off
If it gets too hot
I'll strip down to naught
And fry everything till it drops off.
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The scientists misunderstood
That sun which was bad is now good
The scientists misunderstood
That sun which was bad is now good
Electrical spin
Between clothes and skin
Will give you a growth if it could.*
*I have it on reliable authority that nudists don't get skin cancer
But one's skin doesn't like getting burnt
But one's skin doesn't like getting burnt
That's something that everyone's learnt.
So we spread on the lotion
while gazing at the ocean
But one's skin doesn't like getting burnt
That's something that everyone's learnt.
So we spread on the lotion
and gaze at the ocean
so that our vacation's not ruint.
So, nudists don't come down with skin cancer?
That's a mystery for someone to answer.
I'll examine their skin closely
the women nudes, mostly,
So, nudists don't come down with skin cancer?
That's a mystery for someone to answer.
I'll examine their skin closely
the women nudes, mostly,
Especially Ginger,
The dancer.
At the beach,
we lay on the sand.
Content, at the edge of the land.
Hey LTX! Brill!
At the beach, we lay on the sand.
Content, at the edge of the land
The sounds of the ocean
Evoked an emotion
At the beach, we lay on the sand.
Content, at the edge of the land
The sounds of the ocean
Evoked an emotion
And body response that's just grand.
A cold wind's prowling round my study
A cold wind's prowling round my study.
Close the window, my good buddy.
A cold wind's prowling round my study.
Close the window, my good buddy.
Put a log on the fire
Indulge a desire
But wipe your shoes, I see they're muddy.
That cold wind is lurking here, too
Though the sun shines and skies are blue.
It's one final gasp
In winter's tight grasp
But I don't think I'll need my snowshoe.
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An unemployed rocker named Bo
An unemployed rocker named Bo
Appeared on a Big Brother show
An unemployed rocker named Bo
Appeared on a Big Brother show.
But here's thing --
Bo couldn't sing
An unemployed rocker named Bo
Appeared on a Big Brother show.
But here's thing --
Bo couldn't sing
And tomatoes,
the judges did throw.
With gas at four bits a quart,
we must limit our driving for sport.
With gas at four bits a quart,
we must limit our driving for sport.
So ride your bike
Or take a hike
With gas at four bits a quart,
we must limit our driving for sport.
So ride your bike
Or take a hike
Or find some good cocaine to snort
No, I'm joking of course, about drugs
No, I'm joking of course, about drugs
(In case A2K has got bugs)
No, I'm joking of course, about drugs
(In case A2K has got bugs)
They'll break down your door
When you're off to the store,
Sniff your aspirin, and leave with smug shrugs.
Their crime dog who's known as McGruff
Is thorough, but careless and rough.
In search of hashish,
He'll eat your goldfish,
Crush your violets and pee on your stuff.
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As you well know, crime does not pay
As you well know, crime does not pay
(Well that's what they want us to say;
But you and I know
