From a possibly-never-to-be-realised hobbyist project which, for reasons scarcely worthy of explication, demanded saucy limericks about wizardry.
There once was a tightfisted mage Whose golem had him in a rage. His mindless creation Caused endless frustration; But it’s that, or pay someone a wage.
An old necromancer named Ned Was so fond of the woman he wed That he gave her more life. Said his zombified wife, “Now at least there’s one stiff in this bed.”
A skint necromancer named Jade Had a woman called Rose as her maid. Since Rose ‘slipped’ on the floor Things go on as before, But Rose moans more and doesn’t get paid.
A mage of air, lustily crazed, At a pretty young sorceress gazed. Since her bottom looked pert He sent gales up her skirt, But a dustcloud was all that he raised.
There once was a witch named Cecilia Whose life with her husband grew chillier. Not the seven year itch, But his death. He’s a lich Now and she's not keen on necrophilia.
An unfortunate lover is Rex, Now an ice elemental’s his ex. Her cold waters he’d woo; She was fond of him too, Right until he lit up after sex.
A mage with a beautiful daughter Made a golem to guard and escort her. With her clay chaperon She was never alone At her job in the old red light quarter.