There once was a guy on the ferry
Who, when it comes to the guns, was a cherry
He broke the cardinal rule
And shot a gun near his tool
And wound up using his nuts to parry
Okay Sage, your limerick was an inspiration, so....
A careless young lad at the ferry
Shoved his pistol down where he was hairy
Shot himself in the nuts
No ifs, ands or buts
His friends now all call him Mary
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