Swift, of course, has some famous scatological verses, and goes on at great length in "The Lady's Dressing Table", which I regret to say I don't have conveniently at hand. But I remember that the lover discovers the chamber pot and goes away disconsolate:
Repeating, in his amorous fits,
"O Celia, Celia, Celia shits!"
As for limericks, there are rumors that Swinburne was responsible for the Young Girl from Aberystwith...
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