Incubating Incubi
A Succubus' need for seed. #MotherCombs'LimerickChallenge
There was once a young man who was handsome
A succubus held his soul for ransom
Imitating Venus
She rode on his penis
Now hell is filled with his grandsons
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Thavien's Token: "This limerick has been constructed for Mother Combs' Limerick Challenge."
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Lol. Well done.
I actually laughed out loud at this! Fantastic.
Omggggg I freaking literally cackled reading this! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
This is my favourite one I've read of these! 😁
😂… um… okay! That’s one way to populate hell! Nice one, Thavien