Brad Pitt versus Billy Bob Thornton in a Bar Fight

I once had a bulldog named Prad
who loved most to break men’s spleens
... he jumped up on Billy Bobbing
... and gave his torso a hobbing
while gearing in a snoggin’ with Lippy Angeline …

God awful, t’weren’t it brittly un-sportin’
that after Mr and Mrs Smith cahortin'g
... was a cadaver named Bob Billy Thornton
... left rancid, cuckolded and stiff
as another cornuto that the dog Prad Bitt?

[another impromtu limerick for a hedonistic situation, by Pdaf]
revised just a bit.. picture from images [unk] 09.05.09 pd and again 09.12.09