Tuesday Poem: "Three (slightly more scurrilous) Limericks"

A lass who was brought up in Wagin*

went off to the city for ragin’,

but back home she did flee

with a rare S.T.D.

and no doc could cure her contagion.

A woman who came from Kalgoorlie

said: “I love you deeply and truly.”

“If it was the fashion,

I’d return your passion,

but the hair on your face is unruly.”

There was a young lady called Bliss

who thought intercourse rather remiss.

“Though my chances I’ll ruin,

I’m so tired of screwin’,

I’d much rather cuddle and kiss.”

* Wagin is yet another country town in the Wheatbelt of Western Australia.

POET'S NOTE: Penelope, one of my fellow Tuesday Poets, is right, of course. The Limerick is supposed to be a form with a degree of scurrilousness. In that spirit, I offer these slightly more risque limericks than those posted last week.