The unappreciated limerick

There was a young lady from Chester
Who was proud of what nature had blessed her
To get nice and brown
She walked nude through the town
And the Police all took turns to arrest her
 
I write a limerick every day
It helps to keep my dementia at bay
It takes quite some time
To find the right rhyme
To express what I want to convey
 
There once was a fellow from Trent
Whose dick was all twisted and bent.
To save himself trouble,
He stuck it in double,
So instead of coming, he went.
 
If I had a tent would you rent it?

I don’t know, I’m not for or agin’ it.

Until you are sure

I’ll put down that you’re

A tentative rent-a-tent tenant.
 
I give a hand job every day
It helps to keep my arthritis at bay
When over the hill
It takes lots of skill
To rub one out in the right way
 
There once was a man named McGruder,

Who wooed a young girl from Bermuda,

She thought she was shrewd being wooed in the nude,

But McGruder was shrewder and screwed her.
 
There once was a man from McCameter,

Whose dick was prodigious in diameter,

But it wasn't the size that gave ladies surprise,

It was his rhythm, iambic pentameter!
 
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