The unappreciated limerick

I was expecting you to say, "Well, that's how we say 'Wapping' in Ontario," or something, lol.
 
I'm just not so good at this rhymin'
I think that I just lack the timin'
But I know in my heart
That it's now I must start
And bust open my lim'rick hymen
That is a good start GirlFur
Don’t let the others deter
Your efforts at rhyme
It’ll come in time
You’ll think of a line on the spur.
 
A limerick can be made just fine
If you adjust your meter and rhyme
with two in the middle
other three make the riddle
the last one provides the punch line
 
We haven't heard lately from Ms. Em,
Who whips out limericks on a whim.
But she and Wanda
Are much more fonda
Poems that leave out every him.
 
There was a young fellow named Jock
Who had quite an amazing cock.
You see, it hung to his knee
And he could use it to pee
Or secretly sneak up a frock.
 
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My old wooden grandfather clock
Gave the neighbours a nasty wee shock
The pendulum swung
And from it there hung
My ex husband's dismembered cock
 
I once thought "would I ever dare,
To try on my wife's underwear?"
I tried it and liked it
Up my thighs I hiked it
And promptly sprayed sperm everywhere.
 
My old wooden grandfather clock
Gave the neighbours a nasty wee shock
The pendulum swung
And from it there hung
My ex husband's dismembered cock

That rhyme was a little bit dark
Made me wonder "Why did he cark?"
Was it something tragic
Or maybe dark magic
Or did you end him just for a lark?
 
What joy is in being a man
When denim can't do what silk can?
Let's ban all but hose
And demand that one's rose
Be covered by naught but a fan
 
That rhyme was a little bit dark
Made me wonder "Why did he cark?"
Was it something tragic
Or maybe dark magic
Or did you end him just for a lark?
A notorious black widow I
Cry, "Cock for a cock, eye for eye!"
I told him, "Don't cheat
Or a dark fate you'll meet!"
Not a tear shed when watching him die...
 
A notorious black widow I
Cry, "Cock for a cock, eye for eye!"
I told him, "Don't cheat
Or a dark fate you'll meet!"
Not a tear shed when watching him die...

I'm certain that no shits were given
When from his groin his cock was riven
Whilst ethically muddy
The scene it was bloody
As he left the land of the livin'
 
My old wooden grandfather clock
Gave the neighbours a nasty wee shock
The pendulum swung
And from it there hung
My ex husband's dismembered cock
Their shock was followed by fright
When the clock struck seven that night
Instead of a chime
To mark suppertime
His balls rang, and set them to flight
 
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