You've already seen mine, OP, but let's add them to the pile:

A highly-strung Cheydinhal jester
Passed his time watching Mater's corpse fester.
He said with a sigh
As he oiled her thigh,
"If I weren't a good boy, I'd incest 'er!"

In Riften, that thiefly cesspool,
A whore tried to disrobe a fool.
"But Cicero's motley,"
He protested hotly,
"Is the safe for his most precious jewel!"

To spy was the Dragonborn bid.
In the Night Mother's coffin she hid.
The motley Dark Brother
Spilled secrets to Mother.
What-ho when he lifted the lid!

Though the Keeper can make love for hours,
His wandering mind overpowers.
How the Listener grumbles
When, mid-coitus, he mumbles,
"Hmm, need to get Mother some flowers..."