As fellows grow old it's a must
That they need to go slow when they lust
Because if they keep doing
Much athletic screwing
They'll rupture and have to be trussed.
This one and #1733 are my entries in a limerick contest this week in which the word 'trust' (or a homophone of it) must be rhymed. Last week I received an honorable mention with #1728 when the word was "pad."
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