I thought it was a *man* from Nantucket, neh...?
Although limericks are so seldom good if they are clean, I have a favorite to share:
Said Francesca, "My lack of volition
Is leading me straight to perdition;
But I haven't the strength
To go to the length
Of making an act of contrition."
Of much more dubious quality, I have always loved this one
There once was a pretty young miss
who went down to the river to read
but a man in a punt
stuck his oar in her eye
and now she has to wear glasses