The Peddler

A double limerick.

In Dublin, there once was a peddler
Who turned out to be quite the meddler
One day when a bawd
To him said, "My God!"
To England, he would be a settler

So newly in this foreign, great land
He thought he would try his own broad hand
To peddle and meddle
But Ms. Johnson's kettle
Would knock his head into the cold sand