Limerick

A man from Clovelly called Steven.

While fishing for crab caught a weirdun

It bit off his nose

And one of his toes.

So he boiled it alive to get even.

(composed in my head in response to a challenge by the driver of an Aston Martin during a hairy trip along the twisty roads of Cornwall – He once lived in Clovelly, and started telling me a story about the Harbour Master called Steven, and when he said the first line, I said that sounds like a limerick, so that's where the challenge came from.)