As we were setting out to sea,
We spied a German warship,
The Captain paced the quarter-deck,
Parading, in his corset.
"What ho!" we cried, "We'll sink your ship!"
And so we up and sinked her,
But the cabin boy was saved alive,
And buggered in the sphincter.
Did T.S. Eliot ever write limericks?
P.S.:
“(Laws against sodomy are honored in the breech.)”
That is very clever