(Dad) Limerick for Monica

I sent Monica ( in Key West) this:

There was a young lady from France
Who was hired to play at a dance,
She ate a banana
And played the piano
And music came out of her pants!

So she sent me this:

I'm sitting right here on the beach
But really not far out of reach
I pulled up your e-mail
And laughed at the tall tale
So send me some more, I beseech!

So I sent her this:

The limericks I know are not clean,
Not fit for a girl who's a teen.
Their words rhyme with "pity",
With "smart", "Swiss", and "city",
With "Venus". Not "luck"; that's obscene.