The Little Book of Rude Limericks

From the north of England...A greedy young fellow from YorkWas exceptionally fond of roast pork.When he saw the dish comeHe’d cry ’Yummy, yum-yum!’And excitedly flourish his fork.to the south of France...A cheerful young fellow named TrevWent off for a romp in Lodève.But he soon lost his smileWhen he caught something vileIn a house of delight called Mon Rêve.this little book of limericks - mostly naughty rather than downright rude (but there are exceptions!) - ranges far and wide. Open it and learn how a knight-errant with a lisp can still command respect; how ladies on the autoroute don’t give their favours away for free, and how tajine is really only a posh word for stew.