A deranged chiropodist from France
Went bike riding without any pants
The effect of the seat
Gave him such prickly heat
As to kill any chance of romance

If a woman should chance to insist
On a bauble she just can't resist
Let her man be quite certain
That like Richard Burton
In the end he will bend to her list

If a rat were just merely a mouse
He would live in a much smaller house
And not being a rat
Might fall prey to a cat
While out trimming the hedge for his spouse

These limericks just go on and on
Like the trail of some hideous spawn
In a volume of Lovecraft
Adrift on a liferaft
At the brink of Cthulhu's dark dawn

Yowsa! I like that last one.