Freebsd Limericks

There was a young man of Darjeeling
Whose cock reached up to the ceiling.
        In the electric light socket,
        He'd put it and rock it--
Oh God!  What a wonderful feeling!

There was a young man of Devizes
Whose balls were of different sizes.
        His tool when at ease,
        Hung down to his knees,
Oh, what must it be when it rises!

There was a young man of Devizes,
Whose balls were of different sizes.
        One was so small,
        It was nothing at all;
The other took numerous prizes.

There was a young man of Dumfries
Who said to his girl, "If you please,
        It would give me great bliss
        If, while playing with this,
You would pay some attention to these!"

There was a young man of Greenwich
Whose balls were all covered with spinach.
        So long was his tool
        That it wound round a spool,
And he let it out inach by inach.

There was a young man of high station
Who was found by a pious relation
        Making love in a ditch
        To -- I won't say a bitch --
But a woman of no reputation.

There was a young man of Khartoum,
The strength of whose balls was his doom.
        So strong was his shootin',
        The third law of Newton
Propelled the poor chap to the Moon.

There was a young man of Khartoum
Who lured a poor girl to her doom.
        He not only fucked her,
        But buggered and sucked her--
And left her to pay for the room.

There was a young man of Kildare
Who was fucking a girl on the stair.
        The bannister broke,
        But he doubled his stroke
And finished her off in mid-air.

There was a young man of Kutki
Who could blink himself off with one eye.
        For a while though, he pined,
        When his organ declined
To function, because of a stye.