Fixated with parts of the body and can't write for tuppence? Wish you you could even write a limerick correctably? Then here is the template for the perfect poemtry:
There once was a tit who was an adolescent fixated git
He couldn't even write just an incy wincy ickle bit
The Moon rhymed with June
The git churned out garbage that his 5-year old sister could better at a shot
And they all cried and wrote trash after trash for a feeble webshite.
And another line just to make it worse