There once wuz a redshirt JR,
His name wuz known well, near or far.
But when he drinks demon rum,
To the pisser he runs,
But his penis, he left at the bar......
Steve 58
97
There once wuz a bro frum Salinas,
Who started a board fer some BS.
You could go in the Box,
And complain about clocks,
And pick on Ol'Dickeads poor penis.
But the obvious reason by far,
Fer the pickin and jabbin in thar.
Is the Sandbox creator,
That computer chair tater,
OL'Dickhead can blame JR.
Keyhole
96
There once was a Clamper, Dickhead,
who has been known to have said.
"in the still of moonlight,
there be a twinkling site,
my penis with no neck, just a head!"
Steve 58
95
Out in the desert, in the light of the moon,
Wuz a house managed by Madam Yu Cum Soon.
The old Clamper owner,
Always had a boner,
Cuz Madam Hop Mee kept hummin his tune.
Keyhole
94
Disco wrote his ode,
to a means of relieving our load.
Dickhead's hiring only the fox,
and not for washing socks,
but while massaging our cocks,
the girls are watching the clocks.
Tanner watches Steve,
as his testicles do relieve,
and old Sandy just keeps an eye on the road.
Silent Sandy
93
Suzy Lee fell in love,
She planned to marry Joe.
She was so happy bout it all,
She told her pappy, Dickhead, so.
Dickhead told her, "Suzie Gal",
You'll have to find anuther.
I'd just as soon yo maw don't know,
But Joe is yo half-brother.
So Suzie fergot about her Joe,
And planned to marry Will.
But, after telling her pappy this,
He said "There's trouble still".
You can't marry Will , my gal,
And please don't tell yo mother,
Cause Will and Joe and several mo,
I know is yo half-brother.
But Mama knew and said "Honey child,
Do what makes yo happy.
Marry Will or marry Joe,
You ain't no kin to pappy!"
Steve 58
92
There once was a house of ill repute,
With Ladies on call to play the skin flute.
It was run by none other,
Than Dickhead our Brother,
But went belly up from a nasty lawsuit.
Keyhole
91
Oh horrors of Humbuggery,
Oh Widders yet un-won.
Lets go to Dickhead's whorehouse,
We'll surely have some fun.
No clocks on the wall to distract us,
Slippery's open 24 hours a day.
With a special Clamper discount,
The brothers will gladly pay.
Silent Sandy's got connections,
With the local powers that be.
There will be no bother or hassles,
Cause the sheriff gets his free.
So come on all ye brothers,
Bring your gold dust from afar.
And choose your favorite filly,
Or just belly up to the bar.
Disco Danny
90
Ah , the trait of the two prong schlong,
Always a backup, if one goes wrong.
It's kinda profane,
But she wont complain,
Cuz one of'em surely be cummin along.
Keyhole
89
Stanky done Humbug fer two straight years,
And like other humbugs, he got a few sneers.
But I thank he done good,
And thank we all should,
Holler out loud, and give him three cheers!
HIP HIP ! . . . . . . HURRAH!
STANKY WEARS A BRA!
HA HA! HEEE HAW!
Keyhole
88
Here's to you,
And here's to me.
I hope we never disagree.
But if we chance to disagree,
Fuck you!
And here's to me!
Rockcrusher
87
It November the twenty third,
For days I be rest assured,
Me have plenty to scarf,
Me hope I not barf,
If green start to grow on bird.
Keyhole
86
A request to finish a Limerick was made,
About a brother north of the Cascades.
But Sandy, should I do it I fear,
The redundancy will soon re-appear,
Adding to the Sandbox charade.
Disco Danny
85
VETERANS DAY
Our flags came out in september,
But on this day in november.
Make sure they're up high,
Let all of them fly,
For Veterans we all must remember.
KEYHOLE
84
Perl's big left nip , the one on the right,
Aint the wrong one, depends on yer sight.
Just click the right one,
When yer posting is done,
Perl will be happy all day and all night.
KEYHOLE
83
Some people say that I'm callous,
To say Sandy & Danny are jealous.
Although each is my friend,
They've started a trend,
To demean the size of my phallus.
Now, I'm not saying that I am a god,
Some say I'm no better than Clod.
But a whore in Duluth,
Once spoke the truth,
When she said I'm a human tripod.
Dickhead
82
Take this formula for what its worth,
Pi R squared times length is girth.
And having a ten inch penis it seems,
Can only happens in my dreams,
Lets quit dreamin and get back down to earth.
DISCO DANNY
81
The head is nice, the widders say,
But with Duncker in the play,
They prefer that it be,
(Inserted a bit more)
Than his wee inches three....
To Sandy and Danny they gravitated,
As between them; with 20 inches,
Are their pussies satiated.
With 10 protruding from Harmon,
And 10 presented by Coyle.
The good sex given by a hardon,
Does make their passions boil!
The concern of insertion by Gene,
Is more than being clean.
It may be fun being touched on the clit,
But always they like being hoist on a spit.
It's proper fucking by a sawyer,
Tis preferable to a tease from a mere lawyer.
SILENT SANDY
80
The night was dark , the moon was full,
I couldn't resist, its mighty pull.
The warning was clear,
So I posted it here,
Was it just a hoax, or a pull of the wool?
KEYHOLE
79
mAn aM i ToasTed ! mY bRaiN is dOnE fRiEd,
tHe cElls aRe aLL rOaSteD, sOmE mAy hAvE dieD.
aLL nIgHt I bEEn sLuRpin,
cOLd bEEr, LoTs Of bUrPin,
tHaTs wHy ThiS iS pOsTeD, SomEwHat cOCkEyeD.
KEYHOLE
78
A PBC at Holcomb et al,
Had his PBC tag mangled by Al.
Much harassment I fear,
Made him become Mountaineer,
Still the First considers him pal.
AL THE FIRST
77
A chapter Estanislao,
Had PBC's covered in mayo.
With shit in large buckets,
A bright one said "fuckit,
I'll send these clampers to jail."
AL THE FIRST
76
Mmmph bhmuff hmm mmm brmmm,
Phmm mummm mmm tnnugh hummum.
Bmmm mmud brmm phuu,
Mmmmufuu grummoo,
Nnnnuoough mmmun phun bmmmum!
KEYHOLE
75
Humbug, proctor, and historian in turn,
Our famous clampshyster will surely learn.
To compose a rhyme,
About Fremont's time,
In the counties of L.A. and Kern.
DISCO DANNY
74
A horny Clamper was Champaign,
Had more testosterone than brains.
He stood on a stool,
To bugger a mule,
And got kicked in the balls for his pains.
DISCO DANNY
73
Well some kids are ready fer candy,
And their costumes are gunna be dandy,
But we don't have to ask,
Cuz the scariest mask,
Is the one that looks just like Sandy.
KEYHOLE
72
Keyhole sees no thread,
In hear he says it's dead.
The words are sparse,
Cause up his arse,
Is where we find his head.
SILENT SANDY
71
Heavens to murgatroid it's quiet in here,
Kind of a dead and still atmosphere.
Sure hope there's a day,
There's more shit to say,
And maybe a posting or two will appear.
KEYHOLE
70
A brand new Clamper Duarte,
Took his recent initiation to heart.
He made a pass,
At a nearby ass,
And got blown away by a fart.
DISCO DANNY
69
JR is looking , fer a new password,
To put with the cookie, of every sandturd.
He wants to be sure,
This place is secure,
He'll get lots of doozies, downright absurd.
KEYHOLE
68
Keyhole usually rhymes punny,
Today he just made a funny.
With osama he's loose,
Really cooking his goose,
And shoots from the hip like a gunny.
SILENT SANDY
67
Give heed to this declaration:
I can say without reservation.
That Keyhole's the best,
Way ahead of the rest,
When it comes to versification.
DISCO DANNY
66
Disco's got a run fer his money,
As Keyhole limericks up plenty.
With humor, a dash;
And wit up his ass,
Some of it actually funny!
SILENT SANDY
66
Well I went to the Sandbox today,
And I noticed some postin's astray.
I could have E-Mailed,
But the reason I failed,
I thought you'd seen the display.
KEYHOLE
65
Requested to finish oh dear,
Gave Danny something to fear.
He can spin words in a thrice,
Though they are posted here twice,
Sez JR, it's mighty queer.......
A redundant Bastard he wuz,
Posting twice in here just 'cause.
Into our circle he's new,
To Bastard we hoist a brew,
And to hell with fearing the buzz.
SILENT SANDY
64
A request to finish a Limerick was made,
About a brother north of the Cascades.
But Sandy, should I do it I fear,
The redundancy will soon re-appear,
Adding to the Sandbox charade.
DISCO DANNY
63
A sleepin bear Coyle did wake, now a damn limerick Yogi must make.
Disco Danny on yogi did harp,
About a place not Jellystone Park.
The food drops were plenty,
So yogi ate like twenty,
A great light show he did see,
As he lay and picked his teeth,
With an afghan refugee.
SGT. YOGI
63
Sgt. Yogi went out on a lark,
Bearing pik-nik baskets in the dark.
But that bin Laden stranger,
Was the Afghan Park Ranger,
It sure wasn't Jellystone Park.
DISCO DANNY
62
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