Happy Limerick Day!...
After a week of busy busy followed by another week of busy busy I've almost forgotten about blogging. (And answering emails. And returning phone calls. And using the ladies room...)
Today, however, my dear eldest brother (who keeps up on such things) told me it's Limerick Day and, being quite the fan of Edward Lear, I certainly can't pass up a chance to write and post some sing-songy bad rhyming poetry. Here is a limerick by yours truly about yours truly:
With blue skin and ebony hair
She made lots of books
She was into her looks
And her butt always stayed in the chair.
Limericks really are infectious. Read a few of Lear's and the rhythm will soon be playing in your head like a bad pop song.
Hope you all have some Edward Lear volumes on your shelves--grab them, read some limericks aloud and have a cupcake. Or write a limerick about cupcakes:
That our co-worker lovingly bakes
They don't cost us a penny
So we scarf down too many
Then all suffer bad tummy aches
I expect you all to comment in Limerick form.