The limerick form is complex
It's contents run chiefly to sex.
It burgeons with virgeons
And masculine urgeons,
And swarms with erotic effex.
"1944"

There was a young woman in Dee
Who stayed with each man she did see.
When it came to a test
She practiced to be best,
And practice makes perfect, you see.
"1927"

Winter is here with his grouch,
The time when you sneeze and you slouch.
You can't take your women
Canoein' or swimmin',
But a lot can be done on a couch.
"1927"

I don't mind if a girl rides a hel'copter,
I don't mind if a girl rides a car,
But the girl who rides straddle
An old fashioned saddle
Is stretching things one bit too far.
"1943"

There was a young lady of Wheeling
Who professed to lack sexual feeling.
But a cynic name Boris
Just touched her clitoris,
And she had to be scraped off the ceiling.
"1941"

There was a young man from Winsocket
Who put a girls hand in his pocket.
Her delicate touch
Thrilled his pecker so much,
It shot off in the air like a rocket.
"1942"