I applaud vulgarity in all its formsThe only thing I recall from Asimov's ocean of words is a naughty limerick. He wrote a whole volume of limericks, but most were pretty lame.
There was a young woman from China
With violin strings across her vagina.
With proper sized cocks,
What was sex became Bach's
Toccata and Fugue in E Minor.
If this is not permissible, frown and I shall remove it with apologies.