To the unfortunate who came here looking for Swinburne's limericks: it wasn't this one:

There was a young girl of Aberystwyth,
Who took grain to the mill to make grist with.
The Miller's son Jack,
Laid her on her back,
And united the organs they pissed with.

But good luck! You poor bastard.

And that's all the smut you'll get from this blog.