Remember Snuffy's Simpson character in the last Limerick thread? Well, here's his whole story.

There once was a fellow in France
Who could not keep his dick in his pants.
He would f--k his own mother,
The wife of his brother,
And his Granny when he got the chance.

Now, Simpson was this fellow's name.
And to him, any pussy was game.
Some were better than others
(Like that wife of his brother's)
And he found, not all c--ts were the same.

To one lassie, he'd never be true.
It was something he just couldn't do.
Though his brother's sweet wife
Was the f--k of his life,
There was no girl that he wouldn't screw.

Then one day when he'd made his selection,
He just could not get an erection.
He thought, "this girl's too placid,
That's why I'm so flaccid."
But he knew he was wrong, on reflection.

The next girl he picked was a knockout.
And she reached down to pull his stiff cock out.
But when she grabbed hold,
It was lifeless and cold.
So she got up, got dressed and she walked out.

For sexual gratification,
Simpson practically f--ked the whole nation.
His libido was such
That he'd f--ked way too much
Now his pecker had lost all sensation.

Simpson's ego was drastically shrunk,
And he soon fell into a funk,
He could no longer f--k,
He was shit out of luck,
So he went off and became a monk.

To young fellows, let this be a lesson.
Too many an intimate session
Will leave your dick soft,
Then, by girls, you'll be scoffed.
And you'll end up in deep, dark depression.