"They're nice dahlias," says boyfriend number 1, as we're admiring a garden in the tiny rural village where my friend lives.
"That reminds me of a limerick," says my friend mischievously, out of earshot of his wife.
And the limerick which my friend remembered prompted me to remember an even ruder one! The two poems were as follows:
There was a young man from Westphalia,Who painted his arse like a dahlia,
Tuppence a smell,
Was all very well,
But threepence a lick was a failure.
There was a young man from Nantucket,
Whose dick was so long he could suck it,
He said with a grin,
As he wiped clean his chin,
If my ear was a c*nt I could f*ck it.
Can anyone think of any similar poems?
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