Freebsd Limericks

There was a young man from St. Paul's
Who read "Harper's Bazaar" and "McCall's"
        Till he grew such a passion
        For feminine fashion
That he knitted a snood for his balls.

There was a young man from Stamboul
Who boasted so torrid a tool
        That each female crater
        Explored by this satyr
Seemed almost unpleasantly cool.

There was a young man from Tibet-
And this is the strangest one yet-
        Whose tool was so long,
        So pointed and strong,
He could bugger six Greeks "en brochette".

There was a young man in Havana,
Banged his girl on a player-piana.
        At the height of their fever
        Her ass hit the lever
And: yes, he has no banana.

There was a young man in Norway,
Tried to jerk himself off in a sleigh,
        But the air was so frigid
        It froze his cock rigid,
And all he could come was frappe.

There was a young man in the choir
Whose penis rose higher and higher,
        Till it reached such a height
        It was quite out of sight --
But of course you know I'm a liar.

There was a young man, name of Fred,
Who spent every Thursday in bed;
        He lay with his feet
        Outside of the sheet,
And the pillows on top of his head.
                -- Edward Gorey

There was a young man, name of Saul,
Who was able to bounce either ball,
        He could stretch them and snap them,
        And juggle and clap them,
Which earned him the plaudits of all.

There was a young man named Crockett
Whose balls got caught in a socket.
        His wife was a bitch
        So she threw the switch,
And Crockett went off like a rocket.

There was a young man named Crockett
Whose balls got caught in a socket.
        His wife was a bitch,
        Yeah, she threw the switch,
And Crockett went off like a rocket.