Don't blame me, because it was "Retired IB'er" who broached the topic of bad limericks using Nantucket, St. Barts and Gay Head. He took the easy way out and chose Nantucket but has yet to touch upon the latter two. If he's so retired, what the heck does he do with his time? Oh well, nature abhorring a vacuum, I offer the following:
There once was a man on St. Bart's,
Who dined only on beans and his ....
His girlfriend said geeze, if you'll just eat some cheese,
we can swim at our ease,
drink wine as we please,
and the natives won't whack our rear parts.
Pretty bad, but for top of the head stuff, it'll have to do. How about,
There once was a girl from Gay Head,
whose boyfriend was desperate for er, you know -
He begged and he pleaded, she felt she was needed but said Darling, I'd rather be dead.
Your turn!