I sent those Gavin Ewart semantic limericks to my grandfather, who really enjoyed them! He sent me a near-illegible letter which said something about their "anglo-saxon" roots. Possibly. It might just have easily have been "angie's klaxon".

I'm really glad that you posted them, as I think it's a really interesting collection, and I probably wouldn't have come across most of the poems elsewhere. I kept contrasting it to The Virago Book of Wicked Verse, which I love. The Virago collection isn't just about sex, but it's still the same feel of humour and pomposity-pricking and enjoyment and undercurrents of transgression and sauciness, but I would never have thought of calling it "blue".