Lush Limericks

Patrick had a box for his tool

Because when extended the women would drool

They would rip off his jeans

By any possible means

Until he filled their pussy with fuel

There was a mnemonic nomadic

Of limericks he became an addict

He spent all his time

Finding words that rhyme

But deep down he didn’t really understand the concept.

A lover who knew how to please,

Soon brought his partner to knees.

With skin against skin,

The passion did spin,

In a dance of rhythmic degrees.