Limericks on ladies

There was a young lady from Barnet
Who wore no damn clothes, just a hairnet
When she was asked why
She said,I’m a spy
I write on my skin or the carpet

There was a young lady from Ealing
Who had glued her bed onto the ceiling
Her partner fell off
Disturbed by  a cough
Then he felt  drunk, because his head was reeling

There was a young lady in Venice
Who thought men were naught but a menace
Then she met one called Jack
Who filled every lack
Then they had lessons  in tennis