Along a lane, I spied,
A bumbling pig, cross-eyed,
He didn’t notice me,
I kept to his periphery!

I think there’s special stuff in the shampoo, as when the suds slipped from my hair and into my ears, this poem just popped into my mind.

I wrote this myself:

I have a splendid bottom,
I showed it to the pope,
He took a glance,
At my arse,
And had a little grope!

Well apparently it’s not quite a limerick since lines 1,2 and 5 must rhyme. Apparently. Also I think all the lines are a little short. But it’s close!