Harried Limericks

There was a furry young wench fond of cricket
With a groin an impenetrable thicket,
Its appeal had such an extent
She invited the local team based in Kent
To all put their tongues straight up her wicket.

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A Londoner lass was well furred
At the beach her bikini incurred
Alarm at the dark sprouts poking out
From fabric edges leaving no doubt
To the nature her quim quite referred.