Freebsd Limericks

There was a young fellow of Burma
Whose betrothed had good reason to murmur.
        But now that he's married he's
        Been using cantharides
And the root of their love is much firmer.

There was a young fellow of Greenwich
Whose balls were all covered with spinach.
        He had such a tool
        It was wound on a spool,
And he reeled it out inich by inich.

But this tale has an unhappy finich,
For due to the sand in the spinach
        His ballocks grew rough
        And wrecked his wife's muff,
And scratched up her thatch in the scrimmage.

There was a young fellow of Harrow
Whose john was the size of a marrow.
        He said to his tart,
        "How's this for a start?
My balls are outside in a barrow."

There was a young fellow of Kent
Whose prick was so long that it bent,
        So to save himself trouble
        He put it in double,
And instead of coming he went.

There was a young fellow of Mayence
Who fucked his own arse in defiance
        Not only of custom
        And morals, dad-bust him,
But of most of the known laws of science.

There was a young fellow of Perth
Whose balls were the finest on earth.
        They grew to such size
        That one won a prize,
And goodness knows what they were worth.

There was a young fellow of Strensall
Whose prick was as sharp as a pencil.
        On the night of his wedding
        It went through the bedding,
And shattered the chamber utensil.

There was a young fellow of Warwick
Who had reason for feeling euphoric,
        For he could by election
        Have triune erection:
Ionic, Corinthian, and Doric.

There was a young fellow whose dong
Was prodigiously massive and long.
        On each side of his whang
        Two testes did hang
That attracted a curious throng.

There was a young gaucho named Bruno
Who said, "Screwing is one thing I do know.
        A woman is fine,
        And a sheep is divine,
But a llama is Numero Uno."