Four Frothy Limericks

He ordered a pitcher of beer/And poured it too fast. With a sneer/His girlfriend said/”You give horrible head–/Take it slow to succeed.  Am I clear?”

A thirsty young lass name of Gail/Took a long steady pull at her ale/Then with foamy mustache/She proceeded to slash/Through guitar riffs that made the Gods wail.

A balding young cowboy named Getty/Spread some Edge shaving gel on his head.  He/Then sculpted the foam/on his sparsely-tressed dome/And declared, “Now I look like a yeti!”

From the sea-foam came lovely, nude Venus/And Surfer Dude said, “Human genus/Persists. Don’t reject us/Poor Homo Erectus/If Reflex takes hold of our ..uhh…” then he fainted.