His name was double-decker
he was a pessimistic fecker
half empty was his glass
even though he went to mass
every week he lost at the mecca.

I hear people laughing in ripples
at the name of burger nipples
he takes away sticks
of disabled dicks
and parks in the spaces of cripples.

I once went to a café called stages
Found the food a home to bacteria and phages
the pubes in the soup
threw my guts for a loop
Was sat on the pan after for ages!

Lol did you see mine about decker?

There was an attention seeker named Tree
As sexually frustrated as he could be
He'd cheer up if he got laid
But he can't till he's paid
Cos no one will touch the fucker for free!

double-decker came over to stages
where we only use eggs from cages
he asked for free range
which I thought was quite strange
as he doesn`t get many wages!

Ah, a slight oversight

Some jokes get rather stale
And repeated like fairy tales
Fish puns, mellish and dime bar,
It's really going too far
Although I nearly forgot about Rochdale.

Mr I went to war with the arge
I think hes giving it large
for to fight and repel
you should know how to spell
its limerick, not lymerick, ok sarge!

sussex likes to ride a horse
always from behind of course
around the gypsy camp they trot
the pervy loid stuck in the bott
me thinks a deviant case for morse!

PJ Poolie has a bad back
he also has extremely poor craic
I hope the pain is dying down
you truly demented torturous clown
and I pray your doctor is a quack.

Poor deluded old Bob
Peddling shite about Pools was his job
No matter how gash we were
he would not grow a pair
too busy sucking on Uncle kens nob!