There once was a fellow named Jack
Who gave it a wonderful whack
Which wasn't as odd
As the length of his rod
Which allowed him to whack from the back.
A feisty old fellow with cheek
And joints so archaic they creak
Kept getting crushes
On girls with small tushes
And sneaking about for a peek.
Exceeding my place and my station
I leap to my feet in elation.
This limerick's dirt
But I'll give you my shirt
If it isn't my greatest creation.
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