There once was a slave girl named wynde Whose silks were considered quite trendy, Till the day Thunder came, and they went up in flames, Now the poor girl can't cover her ending.	There once was a slave girl named mounds Quite well named; her acreage abounds, The men, when they see her, cry "My God, are those real?" As they stroll about on her grounds.
I once knew a slave girl named k Whose breasts were quite lovely, I'd say. Well, she'd hear me quite clearly and blush, almost nearly, when I'd tell her this every day.	There once was a slavegirl named kabba... Who possesed a pair of major-league yabbas... They would sway to and fro, and over she'd go, On her back, her breasts all a bobble. ;)

and the WebMaster and Artist get a chance:

There once was an editor named Bear- In limerick he thought he would share His love of big breasts upon slave's chests for small ones he didn't much care

There once was an editor named Bear- for small breasts he didn't much care Deprived as a child, he drives the slaves wild by writing limericks of his obsession