St. Patrick's Day limericks by a half-Korean, part-Irish bastard

My uncle eats nothing but gators;
he tries to sell meat to our waiters,
and they always say no
because business is slow,
but in truth, they're all just gator-haters.

A robber and witch were in trouble,

so the witch made a magic brew bubble,

then they drank the dose right,

turned to tall heaps of shite

—head to toe, covered with pubic stubble.

The Lord, He was taking a tally;

He saw a young maid, name of Sally

—so He changed to a man,

and He called himself Stan,

but the lass never showed Him her valley.

There once was a dragon named Pringle

who had the most ponderous dingle

all the people were wowed

and the prostitutes, cowed

—but the dragon remained ever single.

'Twas nighttime when Greyhair McFiddle
heard Margie his wife cry, "Let's diddle!"
And quite ancient, with rolls,
Margie unearthed her holes,
and so Greyhair aimed right for the middle.