This is my entry for the Steem/Trail limerick contest.
Keeping in line with the idea that limericks should be crude, here goes…
The Lay of Ned and Winifred
At lunch, Winifred said to Ned,
"I'll only give head when we're wed."
So he jumped to his feet,
Found a priest on the street—
And they held the reception in bed.
Picture from Pixabay.
I like the idea of priests randomly waiting around in the street to help people get laid.