I'm surprised no one has mentioned the scatalogical verses of Jonathan Swift. I don't have a copy to hand, but I remember one called "The Lady's Dressing Chamber", in which the lover steals into his beloved's bedroom and uncovers various disgusting things, including the chamber pot, after which the lover departs
Repeating in his amorous fits
Oh Celia, Celia, Celia shits!
As to limericks, I have seen the following attributed to no less a pen than that of Swinburne:
There was a young girl from Aberystwyth
Who took grain to the mill to get grist with,
Where the miller's lad Jack
Threw her flat on her back
And united the organs they pissed with.
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