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    #11
    I hear there is a Frac crew in town
    tonight

    They'll probably drink green beer and
    fight

    More entertaining than UFC

    Tougher than GSP

    It's a pity Parsley will miss the sight

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      #12
      There once was a website named agriville.
      That I read every morning for a thrill
      It had a farmer named sf3
      That thought his neighbours land should be free
      It's too bad hiss land will be to wet for min till

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        #13
        Some farmers, to fight off the bore,
        Tried their hand writing Irish lore
        It turned out so bad
        They all went home sad
        And in far worse shape than before . . .

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          #14
          Just came on! All poets!! <3 Why, boys, I am
          duly impressed. lol. And a new guy on and
          writing limericks. ha . Welcome.

          Wasn't that a great match last night, Cole? GSP
          had the decibels up in the Mtrl arena. lol

          Okay I'll jangle off a few limericks for you,
          considering it is St Paddy's Day and the Irish are
          grateful that the Vilkngs spared the most of them.
          Pars

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            #15
            There once was a farmer from Wink
            Who spent the winter in the rink
            To Agristability the neighbours applied
            Some of them he said they lied
            To pad their fat pocket books!

            That's it, Pars your turn.

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              #16
              Hoping to win an ice cream pail full of pennies
              from cott as a prize.....:



              #1
              Young Paddy had fists trained to fight 
              At any old bar at midnight
              His temper a flarin'
              Cause no girls were carin'
              And friends said, "Old Paddy ain't bright." 

              #2
              Young Paddy, with Mike, drove so fast, 
              His Mustangs just never would last
              Transmissions would fail
              While his father would pale
              And neighbours would stand back aghast. 

              #3
              Young Paddy drove stuck in a hole 
              His Dad's Massey tractor the goal. 
              He ground the wheels down
              And then headed for town
              Both Casinos had dices to roll.

              #4
              Young Paddy was Irish, red hair
              He drank and he swore, took the dare
              To text Widow Rose
              And in it propose 
              They marry, her money they'd share. 

              #5
              Young Paddy loved Mary's blue eyes
              And especially through four or five ryes
              He'd plan and he'd plot
              How to touch her hot spot
              And tell her the wildest of lies.

              #6
              Young Paddy was such an Old Fart 
              Cuz that Mary kept breakin' his heart
              So he drank and caroused
              Till the cops had him housed
              And awoke in a cell with a start.

              #7
              Young Paddy hung out with Short Mike
              Ever since they was six and could bike
              They puked, fought,  and prayed
              To get lucky and laid
              Till one nite poor old Mike met a dyke.....

              #8
              Bold Paddy had sex to propose 
              To this neighbor who called herself Rose 
              But before he was done,  
              He escaped, on the run
              And was sporting a red bloody nose. 

              #9
              They confessed they had sinned, to the priest
              Their penance designed for a beast 
              Both boys vowed "never more"
              As they piled out the door 
              Headed for St Patrick's Day feast. 

              Happy St. Patrick's Day, you rascals. Pars

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                #17
                Burnt set the bar pretty high with that
                one.

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                  #18
                  Oh shize, better be a pail of 1964 dimes for that
                  effort. You have a calling, my friend. I cant even
                  pretend to catch that with my Jeep Catchery.

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                    #19
                    So here's to every last bloke,
                    Who's wives are as hot as the smoke,
                    Now get on your knees ,
                    And pleasure her please,
                    For I'm tired of going for broke!

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                      #20
                      So where the hell is BTO?
                      That's right the guy with the oversized pie hole.
                      You'd think he'd be here
                      With all the bantering and jeer
                      Perhaps he's out kissing hutt smokeholes?

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