In answer to Boris Johnson's limerick
about Erdoğan.
There was a young fellow called Bóris.
Caught messing with Carrie's clitóris.
When taken to task,
He said, "Why do you ask?
We're having our erotic satóris."
But when it came his turn to let'er,
What he said was bound to upset'er.
"Good gracious", he wrote,
"She's worse than a goat,
Old Erdoğan truly faired better."
There was an old codger called Trump,
With his hand on Stormy's left bump.
She started to giggle,
With an orgasmic wriggle,
Which gave Melania the hump.
He then had to pay her to hush,
No-one must hear of this crush.
Their affair caused a stink,
But it's not what you think,
That gave him reason to blush.
On mounting her political stud,
Her arousal dropped with a thud.
In return for her pay,
He forbade her to say,
That he couldn't evoke any wood.
But since he's been handed immunity,
He can go right ahead with impunity.
So to give her a thrill,
He can just take a pill,
Whenever he gets the opportunity.
This page is not intended to be offensive or defamatory. As Boris himself might say, it is simply satire — all done in the best possible taste.