Today is Limerick Day - not sure what countries it applies to, but one suspects that it orignates in Ireland? I actually didn't do my usual internet research on this one, instead relying upon the stupid morning radio show I listen to, despite hating it a lot. They were making up a lot of limericks - some baudy, some not and some about celebrities. I was going to try to make some up about my favourite celebs, but I'm saving that for a day in the future when I compose haikus about famous people. But still, I think you can plainly see where I am going with this as today I celebrated Limerick Day by reading and writing limericks.
Yes, I finally looked up the original "man from Nantucket" limerick and also one of the dirrty versions. It's quite filthy, while the original is quite clever. People say that limericks are funny, but this obviously is not true. I mean, they aren't funny-funny, more clever-funny like when people say that Shakespeare is funny or maybe Noel Coward. For me...well, earlier today I almost peed myself while looking @ a tattoo of a dolphin in an easy chair using a bong...so...I think you can see where my sense of humour stems from. Still, it was fun reading a bunch of limericks and as a literature graduate [sure, trying to work this in more and more - get some buzz going] I really can appreciate them [colour me impressed, I really was]. And while the format is deceptively simple, they were harder than I thought to write. I'm only going to share one [and you have to know about lolrus to really get it, thus limiting its broad appeal], but I highly suspect that with a bit of booze and some clever friends writing them would quickly become high-sterical.
There once was a girl from Nantucket
Who was pleased with her very fine bucket
But her walrus, named for her Da
Ran away to a spa
And as for the bucket, Pawtucket
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