Two limericks that jumped out of my keyboard yesterday.
There was a brave dog face named Ray.
He was not a “straight shooter” but gay.
The army it feared
That Ray’s wife was a beard.
So they told poor brave Ray "go away."
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A sailor who knocked on back doors
Lived on old barracks plank floors.
His “gal” was a guy.
Chief said he would fry,
But, said the sailor, he’s better’n hoors