In honor of St. Patrick's Day later this month, and because I could use
some laughs, I propose a contest: dueling limericks at forty paces.
Enter yours here as a comment, and the best one, as judged by yours
truly on March 17th, will receive a St.-Pat's-themed prize (small and
inexpensive, most likely). Extra credit for "Irish" themes. (Yes, I put
it in scare quotes on purpose. I'm thinking more of the green shiny
silliness that pervades the USA during the month of March than of actual
Ireland.)
Here's one to hopefully get you inspired.
A randy young boyo called Sean
Fucked his girl every day on the lawn;
When his hairy white ass
Started growing green grass
The girl said, "It's time I moved on."