Folks,

Dux:

I have no more limericks memorized or stored in the HWH archives. I culled these from the voluminous pages of the handbook starting at page 39,003 under the title "Writing Ribald Limericks for Fun and Profit - examples included"

And as the sign stuck over my final lemonade stand of the summer said when I was aged 10, "This Is Definitely JRT's Last Stand"

There was an old pirate named Bates
who was learning to rumba on skates.
He fell on his cutlass
which rendered him nutless
and practically useless on dates.

A pretty young beermaid from France
decided she'd "just take a chance".
She let herself go
for an hour or so,
and now all her sisters are aunts.

There once was a man from Saint Isle
Who said jogging just wasn't his style.
"I'll get my workouts," he said,
"At home, in my bed,"
"'Cause a Miss is as good as a mile!"

There once was a man from Cape Horn
who wished that he'd never been born.
He wouldn't have been
if his father had seen
that the end of his condom was torn.

For C51:

There was a young boy of Quebec
who fell into the ice to his neck.
When asked, "Are you friz?"
He replied, "Yes, I is.
But we don't call this cold in Quebec."