Freebsd Limericks

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.

There was a young man of Natal
And Sue was the name of his gal.
        One day, north of Aden,
        He got his hard rod in,
And came clear up Suez Canal.

There was a young man of Natal
Who was fucking a Hottentot gal.
        Said she, "You're a sluggard!"
        Said he, "You be buggered!
I like to fuck slow and I shall."

There was a young man of Ostend
Who let a girl play with his end.
        She took hold of Rover,
        And felt it all over,
And it did what she didn't intend.

There was a young man of Ostend
Whose wife caught him fucking her friend.
        "It's no use, my duck,
        Interrupting our fuck,
For I'm damned if I draw till I spend."