The Fellow from Dallas

This one is dirty, so put away your bible, send your kids into the other room, and lay the picture of your grandparents face down for a second.  I think this is more or less how limericks are supposed to go though, so don't blame it on me.  Blame it on the limerick culture.

I was reading some limericks on line though, and I think the saying-nice-things-about-people style is not really in the spirit of the craft.  So here goes.

There once was a fellow from Dallas
Whose wife cursed his sexual prowess
One night he climbed astride 'er
And made her a bull rider:
He'd tattooed a longhorn on his phallus.