Work in Progress : Limericks

Men from Nantucket

There can be little doubt that the generously-endowed gentleman from Nantucket is one of the most celebrated men in history. More can recite his tale than that of Mad Carew, The Ancient Mariner or any other figure throughout the ages.

But for limerick writers, words like 'Nantucket' are a godsend. Should we, then, eschew that noble location forever, thinking that our auto-fellating chum is the only person of note to hail from the island? Not a bit of it.

Here, then, for your reading pleasure, is my own brief series, chronicling the lives of those, other, men from Nantucket.

There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose penis was shaped like a bucket
All the dames without fail
Would say 'hey, that looks pale'
But he didn't mind much if they'd suck it

'Twas a sex-crazy man from Nantucket
When a chance came his way, then he took it
Until one fateful day
When an offer quite gay
Was too much, and he told himself 'fuck it'.

There once was man from Nantucket
His penis grew long when he shook it
But the outflow of blood
To his burgeoning manhood
Meant his brain kicked the (symbolic) bucket