A few from my collection …
The limerick form is complex,
Its contents run chiefly to sex,
It burgeons with virgeons,
And masculine urgeons,
And swarms with erotic effex.
The modern cinematic emporium,
Is by no means the merest sexorium,
But a highly effectual
Heterosexual
Mutual masturbatorium.
There was a young girl of Cape Cod,
Who dreamt she’d been buggered by God,
But it wasn’t Jehovah
That turned the girl over
‘Twas Roger the lodger, the dirty old codger,
The bugger, the bastard, the sod!
There was a young girl of Llewellyn,
Whose breasts were as big as a melon,
They were big it was true
But her cunt was big too
Like a bifocal, full colour, aerial view
Of Cape Horn and the Straights of Magellan.
There was a young maid of Boston, Mass.
Who stood in the water up to her knees.
(If it doesn’t rhyme now,
It will when the tide comes in.)