Limerick Challenge

Based on a growing amount of actrimony to our fellow scribe "Michaels Mom", our next challenge is to write a limerick describing his ultimate demise.  He'll be known as "Buck" in the limerick.

Woodpecker
I knew a young wrITer named “Buck”
Whose prose routinely contained "Fuck",
Though his night terrors remained,
And his bed sheets dream stained,
He was ultimately killed by a truck.

Omphuss - Take One

One story of a writer named "Buck"
Suggests he was hit by a truck
That isn't quite it
He was having a shit
The man shared Elvis' luck

Omphuss - Take Two

There was a poor writer named Buck
On the can he ran out of luck
His mitts he employed
To his bits overjoyed
And died dreaming of sheep he could fuck

Omphuss - Take Three

There was a fella named Buck
Who died from the Jame Gumm tuck
He rammed his ham and eggs
Down between his legs
And panicked when they got stuck

Woodpecker- Part Deux

There was a little pecker named Buck
The bottom he never did fuck
But on each of those rides
He banged the hell outta the sides
Never worrying once about getting stuck.

Michael's Mom

Buck wanted to fuck this hot stripper
He made sure he was her best tipper
When she finally agreed
To ride him like a steed
It was just too much for his ticker

Woodpecker- Number 3

Buck referred to his pecker as Ticker
Twas about as big as a sticker
With a stripper hot as hell
Ticker went and hid in his shell
Buck ended up having to lick her.