A Series of Limericks

We have Poet Destroyer in the lead She will take out your heart and make it bleed She has a big smile Drives all the boys wild She is the poet we all do need There is a tipsy man named Arthur Who tried to get all the girls to purr He drew up his sword When he gets too bored To show the girls his wordly allure Tim is the romantic one we seek He tells of how life makes him weak He is kind and sweet Charming and real neat The ladies all listen when he'll speak There was a young dirty **** Who had small boobs and no butt She walked like a boy Which gave her no joy and was teased that she was a mutt A beautiful lady with brown eyes Had bosoms pointing up to the skies She wiggled her waist showing off a taste of what was between her silky thighs A dirty old man lived down the block Every night he walked at eight o' clock Whistled at ladies He spoke real shady In his pocket he carried his rock A young girl who lived in the woods Played with all the cops and the hoods Big long guns they all had Making the young girl glad She let them all play with her goods Little Timmy could do no wrong With the girls he would sing a song He was a smart lad Making the girls glad When he played pocket ping pong