Freebsd Limericks

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.

There was a young man of Lahore
Whose prick was one inch and no more.
        It was all right for key-holes
        And little girl's pee-holes,
But not worth a damn with a whore.

There was a young man of Lake Placid
Whose prick was lethargic and flaccid.
        When he wanted to sport
        He would have to resort
To injections of sulphuric acid.

There was a young man of Madras
Whose balls were constructed of brass.
        When jangled together
        They played "Stormy Weather",
And lightning shot out of his ass.

There was a young man of Missouri
Who fucked with a terrible fury.
        Till hauled into court
        For his beastial sport,
And condemned by a poorly-hung jury.