Saint Patrick's Day is coming. Would you post an original limerick?

To write a limerick I can
But my poems don't always scan
The problem for me
Is easy to see
I always try to put as many words in the last line as I can

When I was training for triathlon I used to write naughty limericks to pass the time on the cycle leg. Some of the towns along the route were Glenmore, Mulgoa, Wallacia, and Luddenham.

You'll understand my reluctance to publish them if I say that Glenmore rhymes with a lady of uncertain proclivities who enjoyed the company of other women but really liked men more. And Wallacia? It not only rhymes with gacia (a Japanese courtesan) it also rhymes with fellacia. We're not gonna go there. 

But Luddenham? Well that's clean. Not very clever but quite clean.

Those scruffy young ladies of Luddenham
Have gallons of dirty brown blood in 'em. 
Whenever it rains
They open their veins
And shovel great dollops of mud in 'em.

They say there's no rhyme for orange
But I just happen to be more ing-
enious than most
So if you like my post
I'l just nail it to the door hinge