This should be the final clue to tomorrow's game. Naturally it is too gross to write out so you'll have to dig a little deeper.

There ws an old rugger of the Cape,
Who buggered a New Zealand ape.

There was a young man of a lugger,
Who took out a girl just to hug her,
"I've my monthlies," she said,"and a cold in my head,

This one isn't so awfully grotesque. I dedicate this limerick to that svelte rugby loosehead Matt Dunning who played his heart out and is now one of the best in the world.

If my Mother could only know I published these, she'd shit a brick.

Really, you have to view; I shouldn't print this stuff on line, are you *censored*ing crazy?

Please read below as KM tries to take credit for these historical limericks.

A Bit Promiscuous I Am Happy To Say!

A Bit Much So See Below.

Love and Marriage

See Below

This is newsworthy.

First the limerick again.

There was a young man McLean
Who invented a *censored*ing machine.
Concave or convex,
It would fit either sex.
And was perfectly simple to clean

If you are interested in the artform of limericks, the master is Norman Douglas.
Bennett Cerf isn't far behind.